He Left Me During My Miscarriage to Support His Ex—1 Year Later, He Returned to My DIVORCE Papers Chapter 09
I mailed the divorce settlement papers straight to his office at Veridian Tech, and sent an identical copy to our old shared apartment too.
Silas never signed either set.
He waited for me at the building entrance after work.
I didn’t swerve to avoid him.
“Let’s sit down and talk this through properly.”
He deliberately steered clear of any mention of divorce.
“We could take a vacation to Malaysia over Christmas Eve.
Maybe we should try for a baby.”
His tone softened, gentle as silk.
“Hmm?
What do you say?”
A long beat passed before I spoke.
“Silas Mercer, we lost a child once.”
His pupils blew wide in shock.
“It snowed a year ago. I slipped and fell, and only found out I’d miscarried once I reached the hospital.
I called you that day.
But you were too busy staying by Luna Cole’s side to pick up.
I saw you when I checked out of the hospital.”
Silas froze completely. His knuckles whitened where he gripped the steering wheel, and tiny glimmers of
water pooled along his lower lash line.
His voice shook with every syllable.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I let out a bitter laugh.
“Why didn’t you answer my calls? I had to sign all the surgical consent forms alone, laid out on that operating table.
Do you get it? The second we lost that baby, everything between us was already over.”
We didn’t exchange another word for the rest of the drive.
He pulled up outside my new apartment building eventually.
I didn’t step out of the car right away, twisting to face him.
“Silas Mercer.
Do you have any clue how agonizing my physical wounds were back then?
You told me you were away on a business trip, yet I caught you lingering beside her-and I completely fell
apart.
Where were you when I desperately needed you?
I don’t love you anymore.
The only genuine apology you could ever give me is signing those divorce papers.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed sharply, and he forced two quiet words past his lips.
“I’m sorry.”
Luna’s mother never showed up to bother me again after that day.
A text popped up on my phone mid-work hours.
[She won’t come to harass you anymore.]
[The temperature’s dropping, don’t catch a cold.]
I ignored his message entirely.
Three more days slipped by, and another text arrived from him.
[Today’s my birthday. Can we meet up?]
[We can discuss the divorce settlement properly.]
I drove back to our old shared residence.
Silas was already there waiting.
A candlelit dinner spread across the dining table.
He wore a crisp white button-up, the top two buttons undone, paired with tailored slacks, his sleeves rolled
up to his elbows.
He looked lazy and carefree, just how I’d once told him I loved seeing him.
I pulled out a chair and sat down.
He stared at me, a faint trace of pleading in his gaze.
“Spend my birthday with me, just this once?”
We finished dinner, and he reached for a cake knife to slice the dessert.
I had no interest in cake-all I wanted was to wrap up our divorce conversation quickly.
He held a loaded dessert spoon out toward me, and I brushed his hand away, growing irritated.
The cake slid off the spoon and crashed onto the floor with a loud splat.
We both froze, stunned.
His eyes instantly flooded red. Hot, heavy tears fell straight down, landing square on the back of my hand.
“Willa.”
“I’ve signed all the divorce papers.”
He turned and walked into the study, then returned to hand the full document stack over to me.
He’d rewritten large sections of the settlement agreement.
He’d transferred far more assets into my name than the original draft promised.
When I married Silas, I never had any intention of chasing wealth from the Mercer family.
Still, I saw no reason to reject such a favorable legal arrangement.
Why turn down money I was legally owed?
The new condo I’d purchased stayed fully mine, with no split required for him.
Midway through the state-mandated divorce cooling period, Luna was released from the hospital.
I ran into her once by chance.
We crossed paths at a public park.
I was walking a friend’s dog, while she wandered the trails alone.
“I never thought you’d actually go through with divorcing him.”
