No matter what, I still had my son. As for Sarah—if she wanted to chase her old love, I could let her go. But I had to fight for custody of Ethan.
With my mind made up, I began packing my things and Ethan’s into a suitcase.
When Sarah and Michael came back, laughing together, they froze at the sight of the luggage in the living room and me checking through it.
Sarah’s face fell.
“David, what are you doing?”
I paused.
“You’re just in time. While it’s still early, let’s go get our marriage certificate.”
I said it calmly, as though it were an ordinary matter.
Sarah’s smile stiffened, while Michael’s eyes lit up.
“David, are you done yet?”
Sarah grew impatient, thinking I was being petty.
I stayed silent.
When I still didn’t answer, Sarah stomped her foot in anger and ran out. Michael shot me a look before hurrying after her, nearly bumping into Mrs. Johnson, who was carrying Ethan.
Confused, Mrs. Johnson immediately turned to me.
I looked at Ethan in her arms, gently taking him.
“She’s upset. Mom, why don’t you go talk to her?”
Mrs. Johnson glared at me, muttering as she walked out.