The Swan Dance

"Lena, I’m so sorry. Last night’s dinner ended late. Michael was worried about me and Nina, so he brought us here. Please don’t fight with him over this. I’ll take Nina and leave right away."

Her words were directed at me, but her eyes never left Michael.

"Leave? Where could a single mother like you even go? Back to your abusive husband?" Michael scoffed, then turned to me. "Lena, for Janine and Nina’s sake, I’ll let Ryder off today. Instead of glaring at Janine, why don’t you focus on raising your unruly son properly?"

With that, he carried Nina in one arm, draped the other around Janine, and walked out the door.

Behind them, Ryder was still crouched on the floor, desperately trying to piece together the LEGO bricks that were scattered in shards.

It had been his birthday gift for Michael.

Building it had torn Ryder’s little hands, leaving cuts and scratches. I had begged him to just buy a ready-made gift, but he was stubborn and wanted to give his dad the best.

A month’s worth of effort was now reduced to broken fragments across the floor.

"Mommy…" After struggling for a while, Ryder finally collapsed against me, sobbing. "Does Daddy not want us anymore? Is it because I wasn’t good? I only wanted to give him a gift."

His voice broke me. My hands curled into fists as I opened my phone.

In Michael’s forgotten device, I had already found their chats. Even deeper still, in a hidden folder, were photos. Too many photos.

There were pictures of Michael and Janine, close, intimate, and undeniable.

No wonder Janine had risen so quickly from receptionist to personal assistant. It was no surprise she had divorced her husband the moment she got the promotion.

They’d been tangled up long before, maybe the very first night Michael claimed to be working late and never came home.

Maybe it was the night Ryder burned with fever, and Michael never picked up my calls.

Even now, flipping through the photos, I couldn’t stop trembling. Throughout our relationship, from school uniforms to a wedding gown, our love story had never once prepared me for this.

In his work group chat, Janine had just posted the latest update. Her profile picture was the same image Michael used as his phone’s wallpaper.

Without another second’s hesitation, I forwarded every single one of their photos into the group chat.

I didn’t care about the fallout. I just wanted one thing: divorce.

Before Michael could even call me, a message came through from my best friend, Lisa Campbell.

"Lena, what the heck is going on? Why is there a video of you spreading online?"

"What video?" My stomach dropped.

She forwarded it to me.

The clip showed a man and a woman tangled together, their voices breathless, unmistakably suggestive.

While the man’s face was blurred, the woman’s was not. It was my face. The video had already gone viral on our local platform.

The most-liked comment was only one sentence: "Isn’t that Ryder Quinn’s mom from Class One?"

Sure enough, the next clip showed Ryder at kindergarten.

The comments beneath it were cruel and venomous.

"Tsk tsk, such a sweet boy, but look at what his mom does."

"Like mother, like son. Rotten to the core."

"My kid’s in the same class. I can confirm it; neither of them is any good."

My vision blurred with fury as I snatched up my phone and dialed Michael.

"Mrs. Quinn, Mr. Quinn is busy. He doesn’t have time for you," Janine answered instead.

"Was this your doing?" My voice shook with rage.

"Lena, what are you talking about? I don’t understand." Her tone was light, mocking.

"But here’s a little tip: if you don’t have the power to spread rumors, don’t try. See? This is what happens when you play games you can’t win."