Charlie had been bustling around the hospital. It wasn't until things finally slowed down that he noticed Declan and Dylan had shown up too.

That was when it hit him—I'd gone home alone.

Still, he didn't feel even a hint of panic. In his mind, I was easy to win over. He always believed one hug would be enough to make me come right back to him.

But when none of his calls went through, he felt his stomach drop. And when he noticed I had blocked him on WhatsApp, he finally realized something was wrong.

He grabbed his phone and ran out the door with Declan and Dylan close behind, not bothering to look back.

As he drove home, he spotted a hot dog truck parked on the side of the road. That was when he remembered that I'd said that I was craving something with stronger flavors.

Without a second thought, he pulled over, ordered two hot dogs, and got back on the road.

But the moment he stepped inside the house, he knew something was off. The lights were off, which was strange—they were always on.

He checked one room after another, but I was nowhere to be found.

Then, behind him, he heard the voices of Declan and Dylan.

"Where's your mom?" Charlie asked.

His expression softened a little. He knew how much I loved Declan and Dylan.

"She said she had something to take care of. She told us to remind you to sign the papers on the desk."

Charlie smiled and headed into the study. He opened the file sitting on the desk. Then, he stopped cold.

They were just a few sheets of paper, thin and almost weightless, but suddenly they felt impossibly heavy.

Staring back at Charlie, bold and unmistakable, was a divorce agreement. And the most glaring clause of all stated that custody of Declan and Dylan would go to him.

Charlie kept flipping through the papers, hoping there was more. But all that remained was the divorce agreement. When he saw my signature at the bottom, it felt like someone had torn out a piece of him.

Declan and Dylan walked in. Their eyes went straight to the papers on the table. Buried in the fine print was the part where I gave up custody of them.

"Dad, is Mom mad at us?"

Declan and Dylan looked at Charlie. They'd always acted like they couldn't stand me, but deep down, they knew no one had ever loved them like I did.

Charlie sat in the chair, trying to stay calm.

He kept calling me—first from his own phone, then from Declan's and Dylan's smartwatches, again and again. Not a single call went through.

It wasn't until he finally looked around that he noticed what had been bothering him all along.

The wedding portrait that used to hang on the wall was gone. The four matching mugs on the dining table were gone too. All those things he used to roll his eyes at had disappeared quietly.

Charlie reached for his phone, ready to ask my friends if they knew where I'd gone, only to realize he didn't even know who they were.

All that was left now was the crushing weight of regret, rising in his chest and pulling him under. Slowly, he sank to his knees. He didn't know my friends or the places I loved.

"Dad, let's go say sorry to Mom. I won't call her a freak ever again."

"Dad, where's Mom? We never should've left her!"

Charlie tried to soothe them, but the tears hit before he could say a word.

His mind kept going back to that moment when he took Kelly's side and said those awful things to me. He knew exactly what would hurt most, and he went for it.

Charlie hated himself for it.

He brushed the tears from his face, gaze hardening with resolve. He was going to treat me right once he found me. But before he could sit with that thought, a knock snapped him out of it.

He rushed to the door.

"Lucia, you're back—"

Charlie swung the door open, expecting to see me. Instead, it was Tom Miller, his assistant.

"Mr. Vaughan, the company's stock is crashing. The internet's blowing up with rumors that you framed Maxwell and had him thrown in prison all because of a woman.

"The board has voted to suspend you as chairman pending an investigation. Gladstone Group's PR team was the first to break the news."

Charlie staggered back, stunned by that last part. If Gladstone Group already knew, that could only mean I'd uncovered the truth.

But instead of panic, all he felt was an aching sorrow.