"Oh. I left to get something to eat," I said indifferently.

Just then, Jill and Neil approached. She said, "Neil just said that he wants to have pizza, Jolene. We can eat together if you don't mind. Take it as my apology to you."

"I don't like—" Before I could finish, Shawn agreed on my behalf. He even ordered me to take the car around.

I didn't want to argue with him since I'd already made up my mind about leaving, so I went to the garage without argument. When I brought the car around, he got into the backseat with Jill and Neil as if it were the most natural thing to do.

He only realized the problem after I started driving. He said uneasily, "Neil is still young, and he clings to me. That's why I—"

I looked in the rearview mirror and saw them sitting there like a happy family of three. I interjected impatiently, "It's good that you're all sitting together. It's dangerous in the front passenger seat, after all."

My words took Shawn aback—he'd told me something similar in the past. I'd quarreled with him over the front passenger seat before, and he'd said impatiently, "What's there to argue about? It's not safe riding shotgun."

The rest of the journey passed with me driving and listening to the joy and cheer in the backseat. I was like an outsider.

…

Shawn, Jill, and Neil headed inside the pizzeria when we arrived. When I entered after parking the car, I found that there were only three sets of cutlery at the table.

Shawn looked at me awkwardly. He was about to summon the server to add another set when Neil suddenly cried, "I don't want to eat with the nasty woman! Mommy said she'll take Daddy away! I don't want her!"

Jill hurriedly clamped a hand over his mouth and looked at me apologetically. "He's just a child; he doesn't mean it. Don't mind him, Jolene."

Meanwhile, Shawn pulled Neil into his arms and soothed him. He shot me a look, telling me that I was at fault for this.

I chuckled and said to Neil, "He'll always be your Daddy, kiddo. I won't take him away."

That made the look in Shawn's eyes change. Before he could say anything, I turned and headed to a table in the corner. I had pizza by myself.

I heard the three of them talking and laughing in the distance, but it didn't affect my mood.

I was driving home after finishing my food when Shawn suddenly called me. "Where are you, Jolene? We're done, so you can wait for us in the parking lot."

I couldn't help wondering how lowly he thought of me to speak to me so matter-of-factly. Why would he think that I would still return home with them after how they'd treated me?"

I said indifferently, "I'm already home."

That pissed him off. "What the hell do you mean by this? How could you leave without us when we came out together?"

I calmly asked in return, "Didn't you guys say you wanted to catch a movie?"

That shut Shawn up. Before leaving the pizzeria, I'd seen Jill's social media update. "Neil has always wanted to watch a movie with me and his father. His wish has finally come true."

It came with a photo of the three of them together.

A friend commented, "Congratulations! You guys have finally gotten together!"

Jill had replied with a blushing emoji.

After a brief silence, Shawn said awkwardly, "The four of us can watch the movie together. You keep talking about how I've never caught a movie with you, right?"

I chuckled and said decisively, "I don't need it anymore. You guys should enjoy yourselves."

After that, I hung up, not caring how Shawn would react.

When I got home, I received an update from my workplace. My request to return to Summeria had been approved, and I had to hand over everything here as soon as possible before returning. This was the first piece of good news I'd received in recent days.

I was organizing the digital documents I needed to hand over when Shawn returned. He was still mad about how I'd spoken to him over the phone, so he grabbed his clothes and headed to the bathroom to wash up without saying a word.

By the time he came out, I was already in bed and ready to hit the sack. He stood by the bedhead and looked at me. I could sense the heat in his gaze even with my eyes shut. I was starting to get annoyed when my phone rang.

"Isn't it your birthday today, Joey? I've brought you some gifts the company prepared!" Tom's voice was particularly loud in the silence of the night, and his words made Shawn's expression darken.

After hanging up, I left the room and headed downstairs. Tom was there with my gifts—I took them from him and thanked him. Then, I headed back upstairs. When I entered the apartment, I saw Shawn rummaging in the fridge.

I put the things down with a glance at him before returning to the bedroom. Unexpectedly, Shawn joined me a short while later and said uneasily, "We don't have any ingredients at home for a cake. I can—"

I cut him off with a yawn. "It's okay. I don't need it. I'm still full from dinner."

His expression became even more uneasy. "I'm sorry that I forgot it was your birthday…"

I said nonchalantly, "It's no big deal. It's just a birthday, right? It doesn't matter whether or not it's celebrated."

After that, I turned off the lights and went to sleep. The rest of the night was dreamless and peaceful.

…

For the next few days, Shawn returned home on time. I didn't have time to care about him, though. I was busy handing over my work.

I thought life would continue peacefully like this until the day I left. But one day, I found a name change application in the study when I was tidying my things there. It was dated two months back, and Shawn was the applicant.

I was taken aback. I continued rummaging in the study until I found a certificate that indicated Neil's name had been legally changed from "Neil Green" to "Neil Johnson".

That was the final nail in the coffin—it hardened my heart, which had started softening a little due to Shawn's actions.

I headed to the living room with the certificate and a divorce agreement, which Shawn had given me in the past.

He and Jill were watching a movie in the living room. He saw me but had yet to ask me what I was doing there when I held out the certificate. He looked down at it. Then, his expression twisted in panic.

"Jolene… Honey, I can explain! This is… Neil is so young; I couldn't bear…" he stammered.

His words made me laugh self-deprecatingly. "You're truly something, Shawn. You got yourself a son without me even knowing."

He paled at my words and moved his lips a few times but didn't make a sound. I merely watched him coldly before holding out the divorce agreement. "Let's get a divorce, Shawn. I've already signed the papers. There's no need for you to fake a divorce for Jill's sake now—I'll give you what you want."