PART 2
For the first time, I wasn’t looking at the woman Nathan had left me for.
I was looking at another mother trying to explain why her daughter’s father wasn’t coming home.
I knew the little face waiting for an answer.
“Where’s Nathan now?”
“Mom says he’s staying with someone. I found out last week he’s engaged.”
“Already? To whom?”
“Claire.”
Within minutes, I found his public engagement announcement.
Nathan smiled beside a woman wearing a sparkling ring.
‘Can’t wait to begin our forever.’
I showed Vanessa. “Does he buy these promises wholesale?”
She laughed, then started crying.
I handed her a napkin.
“Listen, Vanessa. We’re not friends.”
“I know.”
“But Lily’s asking the same questions Joel asked five years ago. Neither deserves this.”
“What are you suggesting?”
“That Nathan finally takes responsibility.”
I explained the unpaid support and debts.
“He told me you wouldn’t let him see Joel,” Vanessa admitted.
“He never asked. He had my number, my address, and apparently a neighborhood reporter.”
Vanessa covered her face. “My mother actually became a spy for that idiot.”
“An unpaid one?”
“Oh, he paid her rent.”
“Wonderful. He couldn’t afford child support, but apparently had a surveillance budget.”
Vanessa laughed.
Then her expression changed. “Sarah, what if we stopped letting him get away with this?”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
We talked for another hour.
By the time we finished, Vanessa was smiling. “That’s going to ruin his Thursday.”
“Good. He’s ruined enough Tuesdays.”
Ivy called that evening. “I never meant to hurt you, Sarah.”
“You reported on my son for five years.”
“Nathan wanted to know how Joel was doing.”
“Then he should’ve asked Joel.”
“I thought I was helping.”
“You helped Nathan avoid being a father.”
“Sarah…”
“Goodbye, Ivy.”
I hung up.
The next morning, Vanessa called. “Everything’s ready.”
“Did he agree?”
“He thinks we’re meeting to discuss the divorce.”
“Perfect.”
“He even said he wants to settle things peacefully.”
I nearly dropped my coffee. “Nathan? Peacefully?”
“Wait until he sees who else is coming.”
For five years, Nathan had controlled the story. On Thursday, Vanessa and I were finally going to write our own ending.
I arrived at the restaurant early.
Vanessa was already seated, studying the menu.
“Ordering?”
“Considering the most expensive steak.”
“Feeling rich?”
“No. Just imagining Nathan’s face when he sees the bill.”
I laughed. “Ready?”
“Not remotely.”
Nathan arrived ten minutes late.
“Vanessa, sweetheart, I’ve been thinking…”
Then he noticed me.
“Sarah?”
“Hello, Nathan.”
He looked between us. “What’s going on?”
Vanessa smiled. “Surprise. Your past and present finally met.”
“Is this some kind of joke?”
“Not yet,” I said. “Sit down.”
He remained standing. “Vanessa, you said you wanted to discuss our divorce.”
“I did. But I figured you should meet someone who knows a thing or two about divorcing you.”
Nathan’s face reddened. “Sarah, she’s manipulating you.”
“Funny. She said you’d say that.”
Vanessa raised a finger. “Actually, I said he’d call you jealous first.”
Nathan glared. “Have you two lost your minds?”
“No. Just our patience.”
I opened my folder. “Joel is eleven now. Five years without support, Nathan. My lawyer is reviewing what you owe under our divorce agreement.”
Vanessa placed another folder beside mine. “And I’ve started the process of securing support for Lily.”
Nathan stared at the papers. “You’re both suing me?”
“We’re pursuing what our children are entitled to,” I said.
“This is ridiculous!”
“Agreed,” Vanessa replied. “Two children, three engagements, and somehow you still think you’re the victim.”
I tilted my head. “Does Claire know about Joel and Lily?”
“Leave Claire out of this!”
Vanessa pulled out her phone. “She certainly seemed interested when I contacted her.”
He went pale. “You contacted Claire?”
“Relax. I only told her the truth.”
“You had no right!”
“Interesting,” I said. “You never worried much about anyone else’s rights.”
His phone buzzed.
Then buzzed again.
Nathan glanced at the screen. “Claire’s calling.”
Vanessa leaned back. “Well, don’t keep your fiancée waiting.”
He rejected the call.
It rang again.
“She’s probably wondering why your romantic history suddenly requires a spreadsheet,” I said.
Vanessa snorted.
Nathan grabbed his jacket. “I’m leaving.”
“Of course,” I replied. “It’s your specialty.”
He stopped.
“Sarah, you don’t understand…”
“I understand perfectly. And this time, you can’t disappear from the paperwork.”
Vanessa slid a business card across the table. “Our lawyers can handle the rest.”
Nathan stared at it.
Then his phone rang a third time.
Vanessa glanced at the screen.
“Persistent woman. I like her already.”
I stood. “We’re done here.”
“That’s it?”
“Unless you’d like to explain your next engagement in advance.”
We walked out together.
Outside, Vanessa exhaled. “Did we really just do that?”
“Apparently.”
Her phone buzzed.
Claire: Thank you for telling me. I had no idea.
“Think she’ll marry him?” I asked.
“Would you?”
“Not even with a coupon.”
We burst out laughing.
For once, Nathan wasn’t the one deciding when the conversation ended.
Joel was waiting when I got home.
“Mom, why did Mrs. Ivy have Dad’s watch?”
“I found out.”
“Does Dad know about us?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“Then why didn’t he come?”
Before, I would’ve invented an excuse.
Not anymore.
“I don’t know. But it wasn’t because of you.”
Joel nodded. “Close your eyes!”
When I opened them, a crooked cardboard jewelry box sat on the table.
“For your jewelry!”
Inside was a note.
‘Mom, when I grow up, I’ll buy you a real one.’
My eyes filled.
“Mom! It’s supposed to be happy!”
“It is.”
“But it’s just cardboard.”
“I wouldn’t trade it for gold.”
He grinned. “Good. Because I’m eleven and completely broke.”
I laughed and hugged him.
“Can we put it on your dresser?”
“Right in the middle.”
“Even though it’s crooked?”
“Especially because it’s crooked.”
Joel carried it upstairs.
For years, I’d worried about everything Nathan hadn’t given him.
But my son had turned discarded cardboard into something beautiful.
Nathan had spent five years avoiding responsibility.
I’d spent five years making excuses for him.
Now I understood: Joel didn’t need me to protect his father’s reputation. He needed the truth—and a mother who trusted the family we’d built.
