Maeve’s POV

I hadn’t even opened the door when I heard laughter spilling through it.

“Is Miss Viola going to be my new mother?” Cam’s voice, bright and eager.

My hand stilled on the handle.

“You can call me ‘Mom’ if you want,” Viola laughed. “Though I doubt your friends will believe it. I look far too young.”

“I don’t care. I want you to be my mom. Mom, mom, mom!”

Cam had never called me like that, and now he was calling someone else that way.

I took a slow breath and pushed the door open.

All three of them were sitting on the sofa. Viola looked up with a smile—polished, polite, but it never reached her eyes. Adrian barely glanced my way, like I’d interrupted something more important. Cam looked disappointed, like I’d ruined his moment.

“I came straight back, like you asked,” I said, walking in.

I sat down across from them.

Adrian held out the paperwork. “Sign the last page. You don’t need to read it—my lawyer handled everything.”

Still, I flipped through the pages.

Adrian sighed, irritated. “You really don’t have to read. It’s not like you’d understand any of the legal terms.”

Cam laughed. “True. Mom never reads stuff. Just sign it already! Dad and Miss Viola promised we’d go to the amusement park after this.”

I looked at my son. He looked just like Adrian. Sounded just like him too.

If there was one person I hesitated to leave behind, it was Cam. He was still a child. I could forgive the words and the attitude.

But I couldn’t ignore the truth— my own son didn’t love me.

“Cam,” I said gently, “Before I married your Dad, I was actually the top student in my class. I even published two articles in one of the most respected science journals. So tell me—how could I not know how to read?”

“So what?” he huffed, lips pouting. “Even if you can read a few words, you still just someone who lived off someone else entirely. Unlike Mommy Viola, I’ve seen her help Daddy with business stuff. Can you do that? She talks to Daddy’s friends about international exchange rates and business deals. Can you even understand that?”

He turned toward Viola, his eyes bright with pride. “The best thing about Mommy Viola is how independent she is. I want to grow up and be like Daddy and her.”

Then he looked back at me. Something unpleasant flickered behind his eyes. Disgust, maybe. Or disappointment.

“I don’t want to be like you, Mommy,” he said bluntly. “Daddy says you’re like a worm—living off him. Why would anyone want to be a worm?”

The words were casual but very hurtful.

“Maybe you should try to be more like Mommy Viola,” he added. “Not living off someone and focusing on yourself more, okay?”

“Alright,” I said quietly. “I will focus on myself more.”

Just as Cam and Adrian wanted. After signing the divorce agreement, I will priority myself and the dream I had once set aside.

I rested my hand over the paper and asked one last time. “Cam, do you understand what it means… when Mommy signs this?”

He grinned, bright and certain. “Yeah! It means I can finally introduce Mommy Viola as my Mommy to everyone. She’ll move in with Daddy and me, and she’ll walk me to school every day. I get to show her to all my friends. They’re going to be so jealous that I have such a beautiful and smart new mommy!”

I looked down at the papers and signed.

Just like that, it was done. Every remaining tie I had in New York—cut clean.

Adrian, Viola, and Cam would be a family now.

“Yeah! Time for the amusement park!” Cam leapt off the sofa and ran for the door. He paused at the threshold, beaming. “Mommy! Daddy! Come on!”

Viola stood first. She walked over and gently took his hand.

Adrian didn’t move right away. He looked at me—just for a second. Something unreadable passed through his eyes.

“Thank you, Maeve,” he said quietly. “When the deals close, I’ll come back for you. I mean it. Just wait for me.”

I didn’t say a word.

Soon, the three of them were gone. Not once did my ex-husband—or my son—look back.

I looked down at my phone. The screensaver was still the photo of me cradling Cam outside the hospital on the day he was born. Adrian’s arms wrapped around us. Cam’s tiny face tucked against mine, smiling.

I had thought that day was the beginning of a life filled with love. Turns out, it was the beginning of ten long, quiet years of torture and mockery.

I changed the screen, stood up, grabbed my small suitcase and left for the airport.

Goodbye, Adrian. Goodbye, Cam.

You all saw me as a burden. An embarrassment. A woman who didn’t know her place.

But I know better.

I was capable of so much more.

And thanks to all of you— I finally had the time, the chance, and the courage to choose myself.