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."

steps were sketchy as hell. If something happened to Val, what about Leon? We've already lost one kid -

and Valeria's

care of them,"

ocean? Got us flights for the day after tomorrow. Get your mind

should do this for him. I

spammed my phone

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

thirty minutes of his father's time to see the beach

You're not in my

Fine. Game over.

day, still no Hudson. Valeria's messages got nastier, including sex

didn't respond. Instead, I packed up everything belonging to Noah and me, donating

finally remembered I existed: "My bad, babe. Work stuff. Getting

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