Like Love Faded In The Wind

"Dylan's about to start elementary school? Don't you own a place in that school district? It's one of the best schools in the area. You like living over there anyway—wouldn't it be perfect for helping take care of him?"

I stared at Zeke's mouth opening and closing, my entire body trembling in disbelief.

That apartment had been left to me by my mother, who passed away far too soon. It was a cramped little place where he and I had weathered the hardest years of our lives together. The home we once dreamed we'd return to in old age. And now, he wanted that same home to house the child of the woman who had shattered my heart—and he wanted me to take care of their son?

I could barely breathe. The ache in my stomach was nothing compared to the pain radiating from my chest.

"Not a chance. That place is mine. Even if I gave it away, I'd never let the child of a mistress live there—"

I didn't even get to finish. Zeke cut me off sharply. "Do you even hear yourself? How can you say something like that in front of a child?"

He cupped Dylan's ears with his hands, his eyes filled with worry as he looked over at Zia.

She looked pale, tears brimming in her eyes. "Zeke… you didn't tell her about this when you got out of the car to take that call, did you? You lied. You told me she already agreed to it. But really… you just came back to see her again, didn't you?

"Dylan is the child I had through IVF. I took injection after injection just to keep him safe… I won't let him be mistreated, not by anyone. If that's the case, then maybe it's better if Dylan and I leave the city. You should stay."

Her voice cracked as she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

Zeke wrapped her in his arms, his voice full of anguish. "You carried him for almost ten months. If I abandon you both now, what kind of man would that make me? Less than human.

"If she won't compromise on Dylan's education, then I'll buy another home in that school district. I'll put your and Dylan's names on the deed. This city is where you grew up. If someone's going to leave, it's not going to be you."

I blinked slowly, as if the weight of his words had dragged my heart to the bottom of a pit.

So, he wouldn't let Zia leave this city.

Which meant the one who had to go… was me.

I walked them to the door, the three of them now an unmistakable family. Before they left, I pressed the divorce papers into Zeke's hand.

"Let's not see each other anymore. Once you sign them, just send them back."

His pupils trembled. He grabbed my wrist suddenly, hard. "Don't joke around like this. People our age don't get divorced."

"Not often," I said quietly. "But it happens. Doesn't it?"

His expression shifted, a mixture of desperation and disbelief. "What will our former students think? Our colleagues—we work in the same office, for god's sake."

"That's your problem."

I pulled my wrist free and walked away without looking back.

We had once been brave enough to resist social pressure and choose a child-free life. Now, was I supposed to endure a loveless marriage just because of what others might think?

It was laughable.

We'd been married for twenty years and worked together for just as long.

When we first left home and came here, we were broke—surviving off odd jobs. We never complained. We worked hard together, pursued higher education, became professors, built a life—side by side, never apart.

But somewhere along the way, even though we were always together, we stopped having anything to say to each other.

No matter how hard I tried to go back to the way things were, I couldn't.

Even without him, life would go on.

I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke, I'd already missed the school shuttle.

Frustrated, I reached for my phone to rearrange my class schedule—only to spot Zeke's car idling at the curb.

He rolled down the window. "You've got an 8 a.m. today. If you don't hurry, you'll be late."

It was a key lecture this term. I couldn't afford to miss it.

So I got in.