I Taught My Son to Call His Father “Uncle Ethan” Chapter 08
Chapter 8 The Ledger
A little after eight that night, Ethan came home.
When he opened the door, he was still clinging to one last bit of luck.
Maybe I had only taken Leo to a friend’s place.
Maybe I was just too angry to answer his calls.
Maybe…
But the moment the door opened, every excuse shattered.
The entryway was empty.
The spot where Leo’s shoes and mine used to sit now held only Ethan’s leather shoes.
The living room was empty, too.
The matching mother-son mugs on the coffee table were gone.
The framed photo of our family trip to the beach had vanished from the TV stand.
In the corner, Leo’s favorite dinosaur toys, building blocks, and picture books were gone as well.
Ethan stood at the doorway as if someone had hollowed him out.
Step by step, he walked into the bedroom.
The closet doors were open.
Not a single piece of my clothing remained.
The vanity was clean and bare. Even the bottle of perfume I used every day was gone.
Then he rushed into Leo’s room.
The little bed was neatly made.
The backpack was gone.
The toys were gone.
Even the drawing Leo had taped to the wall, “Our Family in Space,” had been taken down.
Only a faint mark remained.
Then Ethan saw a sheet of paper pinned beneath something on the desk.
It was the copy I had left behind.
The divorce agreement.
The first line was written clearly.
“Both parties agree to divorce voluntarily.”
The second clause stated, “The child born during the marriage, Leo Cross, shall be raised by the mother Zoey Lane. The father shall retain visitation rights, but must not disrupt the child’s normal life/
On the last page was Ethan’s signature.
He stared at his own name, his fingers beginning to tremble.
I brought it to him half a month ago.
I told him it was authorization paperwork needed for Leo’s school registration.
He had signed without reading a word.
At the time, he had been on the phone with Serena.
Teddy had called him “Daddy” over the line, and Ethan had answered with a smile.
I stood beside him, quiet-eyed and still.
Only now did he remember.
That day, I had asked him one question.
“Ethan, are you sure you don’t want to read it?”
And he had replied, “I trust you to handle things.”
So I had given him a chance.
He was the one who did not take it.
Beneath the paper was a thin notebook.
Four words were written on the cover.
“Emotional Detox Log.”
Ethan opened to the first page.
My handwriting was clear.
“Day 1. Son had a 103.3-degree fever. Ethan Cross received a call from Serena Vale and left the hospital. Leo cried for seventeen minutes and asked if Dad didn’t like him anymore.”
“That night, I asked Leo to call him Uncle. Leo hesitated for forty-three seconds.”
The second page.
“Day 6. Parent-child craft class at Leo’s school. Ethan Cross promised to attend. Serena Vale said Teddy
would be mocked for having no father there, so Ethan Gross was absent. Leo waited outside the classroom for thirty-eight minutes.”
“Leo called him Uncle. He hesitated for thirty-one seconds.”
The third page.
“Day 12. Ethan Cross took Teddy to Dreamland Studios. Screenshot of social feed post saved as evidence After Leo saw the photo of the three of them together, he hid under the blanket and cried until one in the morning.”
“Leo called him Uncle. He hesitated for nineteen seconds.”
The fourth page.
“Day 19. Parent-teacher meeting. Ethan Cross left at the last minute. Leo used the group chat to request leave for ‘Uncle.””
“Leo called him Uncle. He hesitated for eight seconds.”
The fifth page.
“Day 28. Family portrait. Ethan Cross left again. Leo called him Uncle on his own.”
“No reminder needed.”
Ethan turned page after page.
Every page was a debt he owed.
Time.
Place.
Call records.
Screenshot numbers.
I had measured every injury.
Not to accuse him.
But to remind myself not to soften again.
Ethan’s eyes reddened little by little.
At last, he understood what his “I only feel sorry for Serena” had become for our child and me.
It had become the empty passenger seat on a feverish night.
The hug that never came outside a parent-teacher meeting.
The birthday wish he fulfilled for someone else.
And our son saying “Uncle” more easily each time.
Just then. his phone rang.
Serena was calling.
Ethan did not answer.
She called again.
Again and again.
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Finally, she sent a voice message.
Her voice sounded torn apart from crying.
“Ethan, Teddy’s having an allergic reaction! He can’t breathe. Come to the hospital, please!”
Ethan shot to his feet.
Even though he hated Serena at that moment, the thought of a child in danger still sent him running out
the door.
Outside the emergency ward, Serena stood guard by the bed.
Teddy’s body was covered in red rashes.
His face was badly swollen, his lips pale. An IV had already been placed in the back of his hand.
He kept scratching at his throat while the nurse pushed allergy medication into his line.
Ethan was about to open the door when he heard Teddy’s weak voice from inside.
“Mom, I listened to you and ate the mango. Will Uncle Ethan come stay with me?”
Ethan’s hand froze on the doorknob.
Serena lowered her voice, but there was a smile in it.
“He will. Ethan has the softest heart. As long as you cry a little and act sweet, he’ll come.”
Teddy gasped between breaths.
“But I feel awful. Mom, am I going to die?”
Serena frowned impatiently.
“What nonsense. It’s just an allergy. Tough it out. Look at the last time. Zoey Lane’s son had a high fever, but
I only said you missed Daddy so much you were crying, and Ethan came right over, didn’t he?”
“So be good. Here. Eat a little more.”
She took a small container of sliced mango from her bag.
Teddy shrank back in fear.
“Mom, I don’t want to eat anymore.”
Serena’s face darkened.
“If you don’t eat it, how is Uncle Ethan supposed to feel sorry for you?”
The next second, the hospital room door was kicked open with brutal force.
“Serena Vale!”
Ethan’s voice sounded as if it had been forced through clenched teeth.
Serena froze.
The mango container dropped from her hand.
Yellow pieces of fruit rolled across the floor.`
The panic on her face lasted only a second before tears rushed into her eyes.
“Ethan, let me explain. This is all a misunderstanding…”
Ethan stormed forward, snatched the remaining mango from her hand, and hurled it to the ground.
“A misunderstanding? You knew he was allergic to mango, and you still forced him to eat it? Serena Vale, he
is your own son! Severe food allergies can kill. Do you understand that?”
Serena’s face went pale under his shout.
Teddy started crying on the hospital bed.
The nurse rushed in after hearing the commotion.
“Family members, stop arguing! The child’s condition is still unstable!”
Ethan stared hard at Serena.
At that moment, there was no pity left in his eyes.
Only disgust.
