She Erased Him, For Her Son
For five years, I was my boss's secret wife, the mother of his son, and the backbone of his company. But on our son Leo's fifth birthday, he chose to spend the evening with his new protégé, Chelsi.
That night, he missed Leo's party. Then he asked me and our son to move out of our home so Chelsi could stay there after her apartment flooded.
"It's just a temporary arrangement," he said, as if asking me to move a plant. "She's a colleague, and she's in a difficult situation. What do you expect me to do?"
The next day, he tried to make up for it with a birthday gift for Leo-a toy snake. He didn't remember that our son is deathly allergic to the peanut shells it was filled with.
Leo looked at his father, his heart breaking. "You don't know my allergy, Daddy?"
That was the moment I knew it was over. I had already filed for divorce, but this was the final confirmation.
I took our son and walked away from our house, our life, and the man who never truly saw us. As we drove to the airport, I blocked his number. This wasn't just a separation; it was an erasure.
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Chapter 4
Elsie Cook POV:
The silent agreement hung heavy in the air, a final, unsaid goodbye. I walked out of his office, leaving the untouched snake on his desk, a symbol of his profound ignorance. I packed Leo's things, then my own, working with a frantic, almost manic energy. Every item I placed in a box was a step towards a new life, a severing of ties with the old. The house, once filled with my silent hopes, now felt like a cage I was finally escaping.
By late afternoon, our bags were packed. I took Leo by the hand, a small duffel bag slung over my shoulder, and walked out the front door of the house I' d called home for five years. The setting sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn.
Just as we reached my car, a sleek black sedan pulled into the driveway. Elijah. And in the passenger seat, Chelsi.
Elijah got out first, moving quickly to open Chelsi's door. He pulled out a designer suitcase, his posture attentive, almost solicitous. He was playing the part of the devoted host, the reliable companion. It was a role I' d never seen him fully embrace for me, not in public, not in private. A bitter laugh caught in my throat.
He looked up then, his eyes locking with mine across the short distance. A flicker of panic, quickly masked, crossed his face. He hadn't expected us to be leaving so soon.
Chelsi, oblivious, bounded out of the car, looking fresh and vibrant despite her supposed "apartment emergency." She saw me, then Leo, her brow furrowing slightly. "Oh, Elijah, who is this?" she asked, her voice light, innocent.
I instinctively pulled Leo closer, shielding him slightly with my body. He didn't need to be exposed to this.
Elijah stepped forward, his hand subtly gesturing for me to be quiet. "Elsie, this is Chelsi, my new protégé. Chelsi, this is Elsie… my assistant." He paused, then added, as if an afterthought, "And this little guy is her son, Leo."
His assistant. My stomach dropped. The familiar sting of betrayal, of being denied, was dull now, almost expected. Yet, it still hurt. It always would.
Leo, who had been clinging to my leg, suddenly pulled away. He looked at Elijah, then at Chelsi, his small face unreadable. "Hello, Mr. Melton," he said, his voice surprisingly formal, distant. "Hello, Ms. Bowers."
My head snapped towards Leo. Mr. Melton? My son had never called Elijah that. Never. Not even when Elijah had insisted on it when company was around. Leo always forgot, always slipped up, always called him "Daddy." A wave of confused shock washed over me.
Leo' s eyes, usually so bright, were suddenly glistening with unshed tears. He looked up at me, his lip trembling. "Mommy," he whispered, his voice cracking, "can we please just go now? I don't like it here anymore."
My heart shattered. I knelt, pulling him into a fierce hug. "Yes, baby. Yes, we can go." I murmured, my voice thick with emotion.
Elijah's hand shot out, grabbing my arm, his grip surprisingly tight. "Wait, Elsie! Leo, what did you just call me?" His voice was laced with disbelief, his eyes wide.
I stared at him, then at Leo, then back at him. A dry, humorless laugh escaped my lips. "What did you expect him to call you, Elijah?" I asked, my voice dangerously calm. "You told him himself. Repeatedly. 'Daddy' is only for private. In public, you're 'Mr. Melton.' He's just following your rules."
I remembered the countless times Elijah had gently, or not so gently, corrected Leo. "Not now, buddy. Remember, 'Mr. Melton' when we're outside." The sting of those memories, the way Leo's little face would fall, was fresh again.
I tried to pull my arm away. "Let go, Elijah."
His grip tightened, his eyes pleading, confused. "Elsie, no. You can't just… leave. Not like this. We need to talk. Leo, I can explain-"
"Explain what, Elijah?" I cut him off, gesturing pointedly at Chelsi, who stood awkwardly by the car, watching the scene unfold with wide, curious eyes. "Explain to your 'protégé' why your 'assistant' and 'her son' are suddenly homeless?"
His gaze flickered to Chelsi, then back to me. Reluctantly, he released my arm.
I rubbed the red mark his fingers had left on my skin. I gave him a cold, mocking smile, then turned, pulling Leo into the car.
"Elsie! Wait!" he called out, his voice desperate. He ran to his car, fumbling in the back seat. He pulled out the snake-shaped gift wrapped in birthday paper. "Leo, buddy! Happy birthday! Here, I got you something special!" His voice was loud, forced, filled with a desperate attempt to salvage something.
Chelsi, recovering from her shock, stepped forward, a sweet smile on her face. "Yes, Leo! Elijah picked it out just for you! It's from his trip to South America!"