Caught My Husband Dating His First Love

Putting my arm around Cassie’s shoulders, I smiled, “Don’t worry, godmother will definitely be there.”

A month later, on a Friday, I unexpectedly ran into Quincy on the school field. Beside him was Michelle, clinging to his arm. She greeted me warmly, “Shannon, long time no see. Mason didn’t mention you’d be here.”

Mason, captain of the school’s sprint club, was sure to compete today. But I wasn’t there for him.

Ignoring Michelle, I headed straight for the stands. Noticing this, Quincy let go of Michelle and followed me quickly, mocking me, “Shannon, didn’t you say you wanted to cut ties with Mason? So why come here and make a fool of yourself?”

I didn’t want to waste words on him and simply replied, “Please don’t stand with me. I don’t want people to misunderstand.”

“Misunderstand what?”

“Misunderstand that we’re still a couple.”

He was taken aback and then his face turned dark. “Shannon, I advise you to know when to stop.”

I didn’t understand what he meant. At that moment, I was just focused on waving excitedly at Cassie, who stood on the track about five meters away from Mason. I knew he’d seen me. Mistaking my wave for him, he wore an expression of disgust.

The starting gun fired and both boys and girls began to race. Cassie ran unexpectedly fast, but halfway through, Mason, usually a top competitor, stumbled and fell.

As soon as the race ended, Quincy and I rushed toward the track. He beat me by a few steps, immediately reaching Mason and asking the school nurse about his injuries. Before the nurse could answer, Quincy motioned for her to wait, looking over at me, standing a few feet away, checking my phone.

“Shannon, what are you doing standing there dawdling? Don’t you see your son is hurt?”

Quincy’s scolding drew the attention of students and teachers around us. I put down my phone and looked indifferently at Mason, whose lips were pale.

His knees were scraped and bloody, his left ankle twisted at an odd angle. He reached out to me instinctively, his eyes seeking comfort, but I found it laughable. What did this have to do with me?

Last year, he’d written in his essay that he’d grown up and no longer needed a “useless stay-at-home mom who can’t even play a single piano piece.”

Ignoring him entirely, I walked over to Cassie and hugged her with a bright smile. “Cassie, you were amazing! Congratulations on winning silver! Come on, sweetheart, your mom’s car is at the gate and she’s taking us to eat seafood.”

Feeling light and cheerful, I walked out of the school. I had just gotten into the car when Quincy called. I didn’t plan to answer until he texted, [Let’s discuss the divorce.]

So, after arriving at the restaurant, I told Helen to go in with her daughter, promising I’d join them soon.

For the first time in two months, I called Quincy. The phone barely rang before his frustrated voice came through.

“Shannon, where are you?”

“It doesn’t matter where I am. Just tell me when you’re available to go to the civil affairs bureau.”

There was a pause before he spoke again, his tone significantly softened. “Come to the hospital first. Mason’s injuries are serious and he might not be able to compete again. The doctor has things to discuss with us.”

“Oh, if he can’t compete, he can’t compete. You didn’t need to tell me that.”

Incredulous, he said, “Shannon, how can you say that? Aren’t you still Mason’s mother?”

Leaning back into the seat cushion, I replied calmly, “Quincy, you were the one who called him into the study and had him tell me that after the divorce, he didn’t want to live with an outsider. Why are you now acting like I abandoned him? Don’t you find it absurd?”

The line fell silent for a long time, so long that I thought he was deliberately leaving me hanging. Then he spoke again.