Chapter 8

I bought a new urn. With infinite care, the cemetery staff helped me transfer

Noah's ashes, each movement gentle as if handling the most precious thing in the

world.

Then I cradled him close as we left.

That pathetic funeral? My baby deserved better than their cruel mockery.

And that cold-hearted father? My Noah didn't need him anymore.

Back home, I gave the housekeeper paid leave. Hudson called:

"Hey baby, you make it home okay? Look, Val's ankle's fine. I was a total dick earlier - shouldn't have

gone off on you while you're grieving. My bad."

If something happened to Val, what about Leon? We've already lost

out for the kid. I'm his godfather, and

Take care of them,"

Hey, remember how Noah was always begging to see the ocean? Got us flights for the day after tomorrow. Get your mind

this for him. I

spammed my

happy, Hudson had dropped millions on a private jet, whisking

couldn't get thirty minutes of his father's

Reese. You're not

Fine. Game over.

Valeria's messages got nastier, including sex videos of

I packed up everything

I existed: "My bad, babe. Work stuff.

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