Chapter 1!!
My husband was celebrating the birthday of his first love’s son while our little boy lay dying.
I called him from the hospital. I begged him to find the best doctor for Clea. He snapped at me and hung up.X
“Don’t interrupt us,” he said coldly. “Therese, if you let your jealousy spiral again, I swear I’ll divorce you.”
So I stayed by our son’s side alone X
I held Cleo’s hand as it went cold in mine. I whispered lullabies while machines flatlined. I kissed his temple and watched his chest still. My arms stayed around him until the nurses pulled him away.
That was the first child I lost.
The incineration chamber smelled like burnt air and old metal. Dust floated in shafts of sun, soft and cruel, and maybe some of it was already ashes from someone else’s child.
Soon, my baby would be like that.
I stood there in a black dress that barely clung to my bones. I hadn’t eaten in days. I didn’t feel hunger anymore…. just hollow.
My eyes were red, nearly swollen shut from crying. But now, I was calm.
Too calm.E
I reached under the edge of the white cloth and touched his tiny, pale hand. It was cold. Stiff. I slipped two little blue origami. stars into his palm. I’d made them last night with shaking fingers, because I didn’t know what else a mother was supposed to do.&
“Cleo..”
The staff glanced at me, then stepped forward. Gently. Like they were scared I’d break. But I was already broken.
He peeled the cloth back. There he was. My Cleo. Seven years old. Barely looked five. So small. Too small.
His lips were chapped. His chest was sunken. The IV bruises hadn’t even faded. There was no dignity in the way he’d died.. just a slow, painful decay, while the man who was supposed to love him most chose to smile at another child’s birthday cake &
I stood frozen. I couldn’t scream anymore. I couldn’t cry. I’d promised to protect him.
And I didn’t.
God, I didn’t.
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The man beside me tried to whisper something kind. “I’m… I’m sorry for your loss. Your son fought hard. The infection took over too fast.”
I didn’t answer.
I just looked down at Cleo’s face and
Then I whispered, “You can burn it
“ed a piece of hair behind his ear. He always hated it when it got in his eyes.
Let him go to heaven. He doesn’t belong in this hell“T
The staff hesitated, then slid his tiny body into the fire chamber. Maybe they pitied me, or maybe they didn’t care.
I didn’t care either.
Cleo was free now. He didn’t have to beg anymore. Didn’t have to ask questions I couldn’t bear to answer.
“Mom… why doesn’t Daddy like me?”
“Mom… why does he only play with Jude?”
“Mom… did I make Daddy stop loving you?“!
I blinked hard. The memory of his voice kept looping. Like a curse.
I remembered every time he asked those things. Every single time I had to swallow my pain and lie because the truth would’ve broken him too soon.
But now he was broken anyway
Toren killed him.!!
He promised Cleo artrip to the amusement park. He said he’d win him the biggest bear in the world.
Instead, he left town to celebrate Leo’s party with Ruby.
Torrren even answer when I called to say Cleo was burning up with fever and could barely breathe.
Said I was hysterical.
Then hung up.X
By the time I got him admitted to the hospital, it was already too late. The Infection had spread to his blood. His lungs collapsed. His little heart gave up.8
I clutched him to me, trembling. I didn’t even cry. I was scared my sobs would scare him.
I just held him and kept whispering. “Mommy’s here. Mommy’s here.”
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8:30 PM P.
But I was too late.
Ever since Ruby came back with her son and her crocodile tears… Toren’s been treating me like the enemy. He called me. unstable. Locked me in the house. Cut off my cards. Told the world I was jealous. Delusional. Dangerous.[
“You hurt Ruby and her son,” he said once. “I’ll make sure you pay double.”
And he did. He made sure. Now I stood outside the cremation center, the urn in my arms. It was small and light and blue. Cleo liked blue.&
I held it close. Tighter than I ever held anything in my life.!!
“We’re going home, baby.“E
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The wind blew my dress around my legs. The sun was warm. But I had never felt so cold. So hollow.
So alone.
-8
When I came home with Cleo’s ashes, I walked in on Ruby Arthur pressing a kiss to Torren’s cheek. Her hand lingered on his shoulder.
Torren, thank you for giving Jude the best birthday,” she said sweetly. “But… is Cleo okay? Therese called earlier and she sounded-”
Torren didn’t pull away this time. He placed his hand on her waist and smiled like he wasn’t a man who had just lost his son. Like he hadn’t left me and Cleo to rot in a hospital room.
“She only said that to get me back,” he replied. “She’s always been a drama queen. A toxic mother. I regret ever having Cleo. He turned out spoiled.“8
I stood frozen in the hallway with the urn pressed against my chest. The tears came before I could stop them. I thought I had no more left.
If they wanted each other, I’d let them.
Torren finally saw me and jerked his hand back. His face twitched. Guilt? Or just inconvenience?
“You should’ve told me you were coming back, he muttered. “I was about to send someone to get you,”
He forgot what happened the last time I arrived alone at the docks near his private estate. I asked him to come pick me up. He said he was too busy. I asked if he could send one of his men.”
He spat, “My crew aren’t your chauffeurs. Stop acting like a princess or I’ll file those divorce papers myself.“”
That night, I almost got kidnapped on the walk to the villa. When I called him, panicking, he only said, “You’re stupid for walking alone. What did you expect?”
But when Ruby needed a ride, Torren dropped everything. Even sent cars for her. Even sent men.
I looked him in the eye and said flatly, “It’s fine.”
He stared at me longer than usual. Something in his gaze shifted.
“Did Cleo get better?” he asked.X
