Disappointment Arrives

Summary

The day Cayden and I finalized our divorce, I didn’t take either of our children.

My five-year-old son, Jim, clutched my hand, refusing to let go.

My three-year-old daughter, Sophie, hugged my leg, crying until she was out of breath.

But I remained unmoved.

Beside me, Cayden’s eyes were red-rimmed. He told me I didn’t deserve to be a mother.

I didn’t argue.

Three years later, we ran into each other on the street.

The three people who had once begged me to stay now had another woman with them.

They walked right past me without a single glance.