He Didn’t See Our Son Suffocate, He Saw Her Concert Tickets Chapter 07

He Didn’t See Our Son Suffocate, He Saw Her Concert Tickets Chapter 07

I left that city behind, and my son and I started traveling. Everywhere.

I used to beg Ethan to take us on trips. The answer was always no.
But after seeing new places — really seeing them — I understood. We didn’t need him to have a good time. We never had.

I arrived in a new city and my phone lit up with messages.

Ethan: [Don’t see me now, don’t ever see me again.]

I didn’t reply. That was exactly what I wanted.

Life without him wasn’t really any different. Even before, I’d handled everything myself — big things, small things, all of it. Since the day our son was born, Ethan had never once made a bottle. Never once put him to sleep. There was one thing he’d said that actually rang true: “You’re getting better and better at raising him on your own.”

He was right. And the truth was, a kid didn’t necessarily need a father.

The divorce was dragging on, so I called Ethan. “You still haven’t signed the papers? Just sign. I’m taking full custody.”

His voice caught in his throat. It was a struggle just to push the words out. “No. I’m not signing.”

After a long silence, he finally spoke, bitter and raw. “Three months. Three months of complete silence, and the first thing you say to me is about divorce? Fiona, I’m not divorcing you. And I’m not giving up custody. I’m his father.”

A scoff escaped before I could stop it. “Father? Tell me one single day you’ve actually been one. I’m not letting another woman raise my son.”

You want to chase your true love? Go ahead. It’s none of my business.”

“Fiona!” His voice spiked. “We haven’t seen each other in months. I don’t want to fight. But for our son’s sake, can you at least talk to me like a human being instead of making a scene?”

“You already pushed our company’s overseas move back again and again. Come back. Finish the immigration paperwork. We’ll leave together.”

His tone was light, like he was doing me a favor. I laughed, genuinely incredulous.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you. Forget the immigration stuff. We’re not going.”

A long silence stretched between us. I thought maybe he’d hung up. Then he exhaled, forcing himself under control.

“Because of Vivian?”

The question made me stop and really think.

“No. Because of you.”

In the beginning, I honestly believed Vivian was the one who’d wrecked our family. That she’d stolen Ethan away. But after all this time, I finally understood — even if she’d never existed, I would still want out.

“Ethan, you don’t love me. Not really. You don’t love our son. And you don’t give a damn about this family. Think about it — really think. I’m getting this divorce. If you won’t sign, I’ll take you to court.”

I hung up.

The divorce still wasn’t moving. But the good news was, my son started preschool, which meant I could go back to work.

My old boss was genuinely glad to see me. “Fiona, I’m really happy you figured this out. You can have a family, sure, but you need your own career too.”

I couldn’t have agreed more.

From that day forward, I stopped being a housewife and started being a working woman again. Every day was busy, but for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was actually living.

Late one night, the office building was completely dark. I was the last one out, as usual. Coffee in hand, coat pulled tight, I pushed through the front doors — and walked straight into a face I knew all too well.