“I’m waiting for someone,” I said honestly. “To get a marriage certificate with.”
He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be sarcastic. I already told you—I only just found out about the kid. Don’t you understand?”
I nodded. “I understand.”
Micah stepped closer and lowered his voice. “Then please, just go home. I don’t want to cause a scene in front of the child.”
I brushed his hand off my arm. “I’m serious. I’m actually waiting for someone—to get married.”
His face darkened. “Riley, this is your last warning. Keep acting like this and I swear, I’ll start to really hate you.”
Lana stepped forward with a sweet, concerned look on her face. “Are you upset because you didn’t get your marriage certificate, Riley?” she asked gently.
She pulled hers from her bag and held it out. “Here. Take a photo with mine. The covers are all the same—no one will know it’s not yours unless they open it.”
I didn’t take it. The booklet dropped to the ground.
Lana crouched down, her eyes glistening as she picked it up. Her voice trembling.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come back with the child.”
Micah shot me a glare and said coldly, “Riley, I didn’t know you were this petty. If you can’t accept Lana, then we’re done!”
I said, “Okay.”
My calm response caught him off guard.
Lana quickly leaned down and nudged the boy toward me. “Go on, sweetheart. Say hi to this lady and tell her not to be upset.”
“No!” the boy shouted. “She’s a bad woman! A homewrecker!”
Then, out of nowhere, he shoved me hard. “You steal my daddy!”
People started staring. Some even looked disgusted. I heard someone mutter, “Wow, side chicks are really bold these days—coming to the courthouse to steal someone’s husband.”
I looked at the boy and said gently, “Don’t worry. Your dad and I broke up. He’s all yours now. I wish your parents a lifetime of happiness.”
Micah nodded in approval. “That’s more like it. Keep being sensible like this.”
Then he walked off with Lana and the boy, like the perfect little family.
As I watched his back, I thought, ‘That wasn’t me being ‘sensible.’ I meant every word.’
I found a nearby café and sat down to wait for Asher.
While I was sipping my coffee, a news alert popped up on my phone.
“Breaking News: Lane Group’s representation walks out mid-signing at international contract ceremony.”
My heart skipped a beat.
Lane Group’s representation? Could it be Asher?
I clicked the link and sure enough—a video popped up.