Chapter 2
Sean stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, and quietly approached me from behind. Suddenly, something cool and delicate slid around my neck—a necklace. He bent down, his warm breath grazing my skin as his lips brushed softly against my neck.
“Do you like it?” he asked, his voice gentle.
The necklace tickled slightly, making me instinctively tilt my head away. “I’m really tired today,” I replied, my voice flat and weary.
Sean didn’t seem to notice the chill in my tone. His hands found my shoulders, kneading them with a tender, soothing pressure.
“Charlotte signed the papers today,” he said, a hint of relief in his voice. “Just three more months, and I’ll finally be free.”
“When it’s all over,” he continued, his eyes lighting up with hope, “I want to take you to Iceland to watch the Northern Lights. Then we’ll head to Hawaii, and exchange vows at the foot of a snow-covered mountain. We’ll spend the rest of our lives together. How does that sound?”
His words carried the weight of a man who had just shed a heavy burden, and yet, I forced a brittle smile, my voice unnervingly calm. “Congratulations.”
I wasn’t even sure what I was congratulating him for—the impending divorce or the news of baby number two. My indifferent response seemed to unsettle him.
He turned me around to face him, confusion knitting his brows. “Lanie, aren’t you happy? You’ve waited seven long years for this.”
But Sean at thirty couldn’t afford to live in a world made solely of love.
He had family responsibilities.
Obligations as a father.
Even after a decade, it was clear that Sean and I would never walk the same path.

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