“She…”
He forced a laugh.
“She used to help with some community outreach projects.”
Used to.
Not my wife.
Not Sophia’s mother.
Just someone convenient to erase.
Sophia took one uncertain step forward.
“Daddy?”
Every conversation in the lobby stopped.
The little boy beside Dominic looked confused.
“Dad… who’s she?”
The woman in the emerald dress frowned.
“Dominic?”
He looked trapped.
Then he made the worst decision of his life.
He placed a protective arm around the woman beside him.
“Sophia,” he said carefully, “this isn’t a good time.”
The necklace slipped from my daughter’s hands.
It landed on the marble floor.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The paper hearts she had glued on that afternoon scattered across the polished tiles.
She stared at them silently.
Children don’t always cry immediately.
Sometimes the hurt is too big.
They simply stop believing.
I bent down, picked up the necklace, brushed the glitter from it, and slipped it gently into my handbag.
“It’s all right,” I whispered to Sophia.
“We can go home.”
Dominic finally found his voice.
“Vivienne, wait.”
“For what?”
“So we can talk.”
“We’re talking now.”
His eyes darted toward the executives gathering nearby.
“Not here.”
“Because your wife is watching?”
The woman beside him stiffened.
“Dominic… wife?”
He opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Before he could invent another lie, every phone in the lobby chimed almost simultaneously.
Executives looked down at their screens.
One after another, expressions changed.
Confusion.
Disbelief.
Fear.
Chloe pulled out her phone.
Her smile disappeared instantly.
“What…?”
Dominic grabbed his own device.
