I thought Tasha's words would stab me again.

But this time, I felt strangely calm.

Watching her run upstairs, I spoke in Aurelian, "Fine. I'll leave."

The moment the words left my mouth, her small figure spun around. Her face froze, as if she had seen a ghost.

She panicked and tapped on her phone watch, sending a message to Sharon in Aurelian.

[Mom, bad news! That ugly freak understands Aurelian!]

Less than a few seconds later, a voice message came back.

It was Curtis Tomlinson, his tone dripping with contempt.

"Tasha, don't talk nonsense. Your dad's family went bankrupt years ago. How would he ever get the chance to learn Aurelian? Behave yourself. Don't bother me these next few days. I'm on a date with your mom. I'll bring you some beef jerky next time."

Tasha studied me with a tight little face.

When she saw I didn't react, she quickly tossed my words out of her mind and replied cheerfully, "Okay, Uncle Curtis. Have fun with Mom! I hope you two give me a pretty little sister soon."

These past few days, memories of Sharon kept surfacing.

Every time they did, I forced myself to be cruel enough to forget them.

-

Game sounds kept coming from Tasha's room.

I didn't go in to confiscate the console and tell her to go to bed early like I used to.

I didn't remind her to do her homework for tomorrow's inspection.

If she hated me that much, then I didn't need to keep playing the role of her father.

Still, one thing gnawed at me.

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't understand how Sharon's acting had been so flawless.

At 2 a.m., Curtis sent another message.

[Oliver, Sharon has been wearing me out these days. She's really horny. What, you can't keep up? She even said you don't interest her at all.]

A photo came with the message.

Sharon stood in front of him, his hands slipping under her collar, desire written plainly in her eyes.

I stared at it again and again, as if I was punishing myself. It felt like someone had grabbed my heart and was squeezing it apart.

The pain was unbearable.

Under the bleak moonlight outside, another memory surfaced.

Back when the Holdens went bankrupt, my fiancée left me.

I had nothing, and Sharon appeared in my life like a source of hope. She helped me pay off debts and helped me rebuild from nothing.

At the time, I truly believed that the woman confined to a wheelchair was my salvation.

For seven years, she showered me with love.

Everyone said she was obsessed with spoiling her husband, that she loved me to the core.

I believed it, too.

So I lowered my pride, took care of her with everything I had, cooked for her, cleaned for her, and stayed by her side for seven full years.

Yet, this was the truth.

While Sharon said she loved me, she was tangled up with a so-called brother who wasn't even related to her by blood.

And only recently did I learn something even worse.

All those years, she had given every ounce of real affection she had to Curtis behind my back.

I spent an entire day burning every trace of myself away.

Clothes, photos, anything that proved I had ever existed here. I left nothing behind.

My flight was tomorrow. After tomorrow, none of them would have anything to do with me.

Sharon still hadn't come home, but Curtis's constant taunts made one thing clear: She was busy exploring new positions with him.

As for Tasha, she treated me like I didn't exist at all.

I fulfilled my duty as a father one last time and cooked a full table of her favorite dishes.

When she got home from school, she snorted coldly, ordered takeout for herself, and didn't say a single word to me.

I sat there as the food went cold, watching the night deepen outside the window.

Sometime past midnight, faint sounds came from the door.

By the moonlight, I saw Sharon finally return, along with the man she loved most.

Her cheeks were flushed. She was wrapped around Curtis, clinging to him, chasing his mouth, her hands roaming without restraint.

Curtis held the back of her head and deepened the kiss, his other hand steady on her hips.

From the moment they came in, they were tangled together, breathless, careless, shedding clothes as they went.

In the middle of it, Sharon whispered softly, "Shh, don't wake my husband."

Curtis pulled her closer, jealousy thick in his voice as he nipped at her ear.

"Didn't you say I'm the only one you love? Didn't you say doing this right under Oliver's nose makes it more exciting? Didn't you say he's just a shield for our love? Then why do you call him your husband?"

Seeing his wounded look, Sharon softened immediately.

She kissed him again, soothing him as she held him close.

"Calling him that makes it more thrilling, doesn't it?"

Their whispers and gasps grew louder, each sound tearing open the wound that had already bled dry inside me.

I curled up on the couch, the air thick and sickening, my heart completely numb.

I didn't know how much time passed.

When they moved from the kitchen toward the living room and finally noticed me, Sharon's breathing faltered.

She covered Curtis's mouth, forced the desire from her eyes, and pulled him upstairs.

In the quiet of the night, only her low warning drifted down.

"Don't mess around. If Oliver finds out, he won't let it go. He's still Tasha's dad. We can't make things too ugly."

Much later, Sharon came downstairs and carefully draped a blanket over me.

That same intimate scent still clung to her. Her open collar was marked everywhere.

I stiffly pushed her hand away. She noticed something was wrong.

"Honey, what's wrong? Are you mad because I haven't been home these past few days?"

I shook my head bitterly. "No. I had a dream that you cheated on me."

She froze, panic flashing across her face. "What are you talking about? I swear, you're the only husband I'll ever have."

The disgust rose so sharply inside me that I couldn't speak. I turned my face away and curled in on myself, exhausted.

"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."

I turned my back to her.

I didn't want to see her anymore.

When I woke up, I would finally be gone.