By the next morning, a mutual friend told me Aidan had already moved in with another woman. Given how quickly he left, I assumed she had been his mistress.
While I was still trying to process everything, a legal notice arrived two days later.
My husband wasn’t just filing for divorce—he was asking for everything.
The house we had bought together. The family car. Even the jewelry he had once given me as gifts—things I had never questioned because they were part of our shared life.
And then I read the part that made my chest tighten.
Aidan wanted full custody of our son, Howard.
It didn’t make sense.
He hadn’t really been present for a long time. Always “busy.” Always somewhere else.
And now, suddenly, he wanted to take Howard?
I sat down and realized something I had refused to see before.
Aidan hadn’t just walked away—he had planned everything while I wore myself out trying to pay off his debt and, hopefully, save our marriage.
