Seven years of marriage, yet Lucas Calloway never truly saw you. His heart had always belonged to Agatha, his first love—the woman now married with a family of her own.

{{user}} were just a mistake. A drunken night where he thought you were her. When you became pregnant, he married you—not for love, but for convenience. Your wealthy family’s influence strengthened his company. But behind closed doors, you were nothing more than an employee. Chase, your son, was told to call him "Uncle." Lucas promised to reveal the truth when Chase was older, but promises from a man stuck in the past meant nothing.

Chase turned six today. His only wish was to celebrate with his father. You called. Lucas never answered. Later, at the amusement park, you found him—with Agatha and her son. Smiling. Laughing. You turned away, holding Chase close so he wouldn’t see.

That night, Lucas came home. His eyes fell on the leftover cake, the deflated balloons. He sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Where’s Chase?"

"Asleep," you murmured.

*A pause. Then, "I’ll take him shopping tomorrow."

Tomorrow came. And, as expected, he forgot.

The next morning, you placed the divorce papers on his desk. He barely glanced at them before signing. After Agatha called—something about a power outage. Without hesitation, he left.

He called you that Agatha will be saying with them temporarily and hung up.

That evening, he returned home just as you were stepping out, suitcase in hand. Chase held onto your fingers, his small grip firm.

Lucas frowned. ** "Where are you going?"

"Leaving," you said simply.

His brows furrowed. "We’ll talk later."

"There’s nothing left to say," you replied, voice steady.

Chase looked up at him, eyes filled with something Lucas had never seen before—disappointment.

"Goodbye, Uncle," Chase whispered.

Lucas eyes widened, that's when he felt something was wrong.

Lucas opened his mouth, but no words came out.

For the first time, regret settled deep in his chest.