Clara decided to have a baby for Ryan, her childhood best friend who was battling kidney failure. They were constantly on edge, expecting me to show up and ruin their plan. On the day of delivery, they even hired a team of high-priced bodyguards to guard the hospital. But I stayed away, much to their relief. Thinking I’d finally learned my place, they celebrated with their newborn in hand, smiling and saying, “At least he knows when to back off. It would’ve been so embarrassing if he’d tried to cause a scene.” Even Clara chimed in, sneering, “If he behaves, I might even let the kid call him Dad one day.” What they didn’t know was that I no longer cared. As I ran my fingers over the patch on my uniform for the International Extreme Rescue Team, I felt nothing but peace. In a few days, I would leave the country and join the rescue unit. This time, I would leave them behind for good. After Clara gave birth, her parents, David and Margaret, spared no expense in booking her into a luxurious postnatal care center. She stayed there until fully recovered, only returning home a month later. During that time, I completed my pre-departure training and finalized all the paperwork. One night, I lay in bed, ready to enjoy a good night’s sleep. But then I heard voices outside the door. “Oh, look at that little nose. It’s just like Clara’s!” Margaret exclaimed, “And those eyes? Definitely Ryan’s.” “Such a perfect blend. You did amazing, Clara,” David praised. “It’s nothing,” Clara replied sweetly. “I’m just happy I could give Ryan this child.” They entered the house, beaming like one big happy family. Clara, her parents, and Ryan all gathered around the baby, passing him between them like a treasure on the sofa. “This baby had to come from Clara and Ryan,” Margaret declared. “A handsome man and a beautiful woman. It’s the perfect combination!” “Exactly,” David agreed. “Imagine if Clara had had Luke’s child. It would’ve been a disaster! Dark, ugly, and stubborn as a mule.” I walked out of the bedroom just as David finished his sentence. The laughter died instantly. They stared at me like I was a ghost. “Luke!” Clara gasped. “What are you doing here?” “Why didn’t you make a sound? You scared us!” Margaret scolded, clutching her chest. I scanned their faces, their expressions a twisted mix of guilt and irritation. These were the same people who once took pride in having me as their son-in-law. Clara and I first met at a blind date, the kind set up by well-meaning relatives who thought they knew best. It was traditional, yes, but surprisingly full of promise. From the moment we sat down, the conversation flowed effortlessly. From hobbies to life goals, we found common ground in everything, as if fate itself had been weaving a thread to connect us. Clara’s parents were equally enthusiastic. They expressed deep admiration for my career. Margaret often told me how she’d boast about me to friends and relatives, her face lighting up with pride whenever she spoke my name. To Clara, I was more than a partner. I was a man of integrity, a protector who gave her a sense of security she’d never known before. Back then, I truly believed it all. But now, as they sat on the couch, huddled together like a perfect little family, I realized I no longer belonged. “Well, since you’re here, I’m sure you already know the situation. You’ve stayed out of it so far, so I take it you’re in agreement.” David cleared his throat, adopting the tone of a patriarch. He glanced around the room, signaling the others to support his conclusion. I chuckled dryly but didn’t bother to respond. Clara bristled at my reaction. “Luke, what are you laughing at? Do you have a problem with this?” she snapped. “You’re so selfish! Ryan has kidney failure. After everything he’s done for us, giving him a child is the least I could do. It’s only right!” Ryan coughed weakly on cue, gripping Clara’s arm for support. “Clara, please don’t upset yourself because of me,” he murmured, his voice trembling with feigned exhaustion. “Your health is what’s most important.” His performance was flawless, eliciting immediate sympathy from everyone in the room. But I saw through it. There was no sign of the desperation or fatigue of someone battling a terminal illness. Clara, draped in the soft glow of new motherhood, leaned against Ryan’s shoulder. Her voice took on a sharp edge as she glared at me. “Look how considerate Ryan is. Why can’t you learn from him?” Margaret stepped in to play the peacemaker. “Luke, you’re always so busy with work. You’re never home, always off somewhere. Clara is our only daughter, and this family needs a man around.” She gestured to Ryan. “Ryan has always been here for us. He grew up with Clara, and we’ve treated him like our own son. Now that he’s sick, how could we not help him?” Her words dripped with irony. Since when did their “son” have a child with their daughter? Their dynamic was painfully clear. They’d formed a cozy little loop, and I was the loose thread ruining their perfect picture. Ryan coughed again and offered an apology. “Luke, I understand why you’re upset. It’s my fault… I’m sorry for causing all this trouble.” The room filled with exasperation. They were all growing tired of my presence. Clara waved her hand dismissively, her tone sharp. “Ethan, we’ve said everything we can. Next week, we’re hosting a reception to introduce the baby to the family. Relatives and friends will all be there.” She fixed me with a pointed look. “If you’re smart enough, you’ll tell everyone the baby is yours. If you insist on making a scene, you’ll only embarrass yourself.” I did some quick calculations. Next week would be the day of my flight. By then, I’d be gone, fully committed to my new life as a member of the International Extreme Rescue Team. But before leaving, I could leave them with a memory they wouldn’t forget. I shrugged, keeping my face neutral. “Sure,” I said, my voice calm. “No problem.”
If I had decided to leave, then I should leave nothing behind. I began packing my belongings in silence. Every item I picked up carried with it memories of Clara and me, resting quietly in drawers and shelves like relics of a happy life. No, perhaps it was only I who thought we were happy. My eyes swept over the shared mementos, the carefully preserved gifts, and the movie tickets documenting each of our dates. Once, these things had warmed my heart, reminders of love and laughter. Now, they felt like shards of glass, cutting into me with each glance. Three months ago, on a cold, fateful night, I had returned home after weeks of international rescue work. Exhausted but excited, I’d been yearning for the warmth of home and Clara’s embrace. But when I opened the door, I saw another man lying in my bedroom. I knew him. It was Ryan Sullivan, Clara’s childhood best friend. My chest tightened, the betrayal threatening to suffocate me. And Clara’s pregnant belly was the final blow, a hammer striking with brutal finality. I didn’t need to ask. The child wasn’t mine. “Hey, Luke! You’re back!” Ryan had said, lounging in my pajamas like the rightful owner of the house. “Come in!” I was trembling with rage. My vision blurred as my reason gave way to fury. I lunged at him, fists clenched. Before I could land a blow, Clara intercepted me, her broom striking my back with surprising force. “Luke, what the hell are you doing?!” she screamed, shielding Ryan like a lioness protecting her cub. “If you dare lay a finger on him, you’ll regret it!” Her voice cracked with righteous indignation. “Ryan is sick! He has kidney failure. I had to give him a child. If you have something to say, say it to me!” My love for her shattered in that instant, scattering into irreparable fragments. David and Margaret had arrived soon after, turning the scene into a full-blown circus. David grabbed my arm, his face red with anger. “What’s wrong with you?! Can’t you see Clara’s pregnant? You come home and start a fight? You’re an embarrassment!” Margaret even burst into tears. “This is such a tragedy! Ethan, why can’t you be more understanding? Don’t you see how hard this is for Clara? You’re being so selfish!” They hurled accusations at me as if I were the one who had betrayed them. I stood there, alone against a tide of righteous hypocrisy, my heart hollow and dead. That was the moment I realized there was nothing left for me here. The next day, I signed the application for the international rescue team and threw myself into training. Now, back in the present, my thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Clara stood there, her gaze as cold as ever. “I see you’ve finally come around,” she said. “The baby’s just finished the postpartum period. Since this bedroom is where I’ve always stayed, I think Ryan should move in here. It’s only practical.” I looked into her eyes, searching for a trace of the woman I once loved. From the living room, David’s voice rang out, loud and commanding. “This house is under Clara’s name! She can decide who lives where. That’s her right!” The arrogance in his tone was almost laughable. I listened to their self-serving logic, my heart devoid of any fight. There was no point in arguing. I no longer cared enough to engage. I picked up my suitcase silently and headed toward the storage room. The storage room was dark and damp, the air thick with the scent of mildew. Surrounded by forgotten junk and broken things, I placed my suitcase in a corner and sat down on it. The silence of the room felt like a balm, a haven away from memories and heartbreak. Here, there were no shared moments, no echoes of laughter. Only darkness and quiet. I lit a cigarette, letting the smoke curl around me like a veil. Through the haze, fragments of happier times flickered before my eyes. From the living room, their laughter rang out, loud and carefree. “I’m going to get the baby a protective charm,” Margaret said. “What should we engrave on it?” “Why not ‘C&R’? It’s their child, after all!” David suggested, his tone light and approving. Clara chimed in, “I think we should engrave ‘Sullivan’. He’ll take Ryan’s last name.” I took a deep drag of my cigarette, the smoke burning my throat. I imagined exhaling all the pain and sorrow, pushing it out of my lungs in one long, bitter breath.
The confidentiality protocols of the International Rescue Team were like an invisible shackle, cutting me off from everything I once knew. As part of my final preparations to leave the country, I had one last task—to officially erase my existence from the national records. It was a declaration, a severance from my past life, including my name, my identity, and all the memories tied to Clara. The first rays of sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, cool and gentle on my face. I woke early, ready to take this final step. I stood for a moment in the house that had once been filled with warmth and laughter, a place I’d poured my heart into building. Then, without hesitation, I turned my back and walked out the door for the last time. At the registry office, I moved through the process methodically. The staff, efficient and detached, treated it as just another task on their list. I watched as they cut my ID into fragments. Oddly enough, I felt exhilarated. This wasn’t just a piece of paper disappearing. It was the end of a life I no longer wanted. With my identity officially erased, I wandered the bustling streets, searching for a way to say goodbye to the remnants of my old life. At a local market, vibrant and noisy, I decided to sell off the things I no longer needed. As I handed over an old jacket to a vendor, a familiar sight stopped me in my tracks. There she was, Clara, with Ryan by her side. They were shopping for baby supplies, their faces glowing with happiness. Trailing behind them were David and Margaret, laughing and chatting as if they were the perfect, harmonious family. “Having a baby comes with so many responsibilities,” Clara said, examining a stroller. “Ryan, you’re so thoughtful, bringing us all out for this shopping trip. Once we’re done, let’s renovate the house. I’ve never liked the current style.” I had bought that house with my savings before we were married. Every inch of it bore the weight of my sweat and tears. When we were married, I’d signed it over to Clara as a gesture of love. And now it was their cozy little nest, while I stood there as a stranger, unacknowledged and forgotten. They spotted me, their surprise quickly replaced by indifference. Clara approached, her words dripping with sarcasm. “Well, if it isn’t the busy man himself. Always disappearing early in the morning. Do you even remember you have a home?” Margaret added her disapproval, glancing at me with disdain. “You’re here for once, and you couldn’t even make breakfast? Clara’s recovering. You should be helping!” Ryan sidled up with a smug grin, his eyes daring me to react. His expression was a silent taunt. “Look at what I’ve taken from you.” I bit back my anger, swallowing the words threatening to spill out. It was impossible that Ryan was dying. If I said anything, I was sure they’d go a step further, perhaps asking me to donate a kidney to Ryan. But Clara’s next words pushed me to my limit. “Luke, you’ve been away for so long on that rescue mission. You must’ve made a decent amount. Give me some money. I need new clothes now that I’ve put on weight from the pregnancy.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Why don’t you ask the father of the child? Can’t Ryan afford it?” Ryan’s face fell, his eyes glistening as he played the victim. He lowered his head, feigning anguish. David and Margaret immediately leaped to his defense. “Luke, what’s wrong with you?! Ryan is sick! All his money goes to treatment. How dare you say such a thing?” “You’re so selfish!” Margaret cried. “We’re ashamed to have you as a son-in-law!” Their greed and hypocrisy filled me with nothing but disgust. I turned them down and left without another word. Deep down, I felt no need to justify myself anymore. The last few days before my departure, I moved into a nearby rental. It was a cheap, cramped space, but it was peaceful, a place where I could exist without being haunted by them. At this moment, I was no longer the fool who had been blinded by love. Clara loved Ryan and wanted to play happy families with him. Let them have their picture-perfect life.
I stayed at the rented hotel until the day of the family banquet. No one came to bother me during this time. They were too busy basking in the joy of the new baby, completely ignoring my existence. I didn’t mind. I welcomed the quiet. The banquet was held at one of the city’s most luxurious hotels, far grander than my modest yet heartfelt wedding years ago. To call it a celebration for the baby was an understatement. It resembled an elaborate engagement party for Clara and Ryan. They stood in the lavishly decorated hall, Clara in her custom gown and Ryan in his tailored suit, looking like a fairy-tale prince and princess. Their perfect image burned my eyes. Finally, I mustered the resolve to go. Pushing open the grand doors, I was greeted by dazzling lights and a cacophony of voices. I stepped inside, feeling utterly out of place, like an uninvited guest crashing a dream I no longer belonged to. Clara’s face darkened the moment she saw me. She strode over, her voice sharp and scolding, completely disregarding the onlookers. “What are you wearing?!” she snapped. “This shabby outfit? You couldn’t even put on a suit? Are you trying to embarrass me in front of everyone? “All my relatives are here, and this is what you do to me? Just you wait!” Her words dripped with disdain, as though my presence alone desecrated her perfect day. The murmurs from the crowd grew louder. Relatives glanced between me and the baby, who didn’t look like me at all, their whispers buzzing with speculation. Everyone here knew Clara and Ryan’s childhood bond. The scene before them was enough to stir a storm of judgmental stares and disapproving whispers. Clara took the stage, her voice calm but brimming with pride. “Thank you all for coming today,” she began, addressing the audience. “We’re here to celebrate the arrival of a new member of our family. Becoming a mother was unexpected, but… “It brings me great happiness. I…” I clenched my fists, struggling to keep my composure. But as Clara and Ryan continued their intimate display, my patience snapped. I strode to the stage, grabbing the microphone. The chatter in the room died instantly, all eyes turning toward me. “Ladies and gentlemen,” I began, my voice steady and unwavering. “I want to clarify something. This child is not mine. “And for those of you who don’t know, Ryan Sullivan here claimed to have kidney failure, a tragic excuse to have Clara give him a child. I’m sure you can tell what’s really going on here. “I refuse to play the fool, and I’m done being cheated on constantly. From this moment on, I sever all ties with Clara Bennett and her family. We are done.” The room erupted in chaos. Gasps of shock, murmured gossip, and even outright shouts filled the air. Clara and Ryan’s faces turned ashen, their carefully curated facade crumbling. They didn’t expect me to expose their affair in front of everyone. David and Margaret surged forward, their fury written across their faces. “You bastard!” David bellowed. “You couldn’t wait to humiliate us? You’ve been planning this all along, haven’t you?! Clara is so unlucky to have married someone as selfish as you!” Ryan glared at me, his eyes filled with anger and frustration. Clara screeched, lunging for the microphone, but I sidestepped her effortlessly. But her desperation only fueled my resolve. I must tell everyone the truth, no matter what. David’s face reddened as he turned toward me. He raised his cane, swinging it toward me with all the strength he could muster. “I’ll kill you!” Just then, the grand doors of the banquet hall suddenly burst open. My team finally arrived. The leader, his voice calm but firm, announced, “I’d like to see anyone try to lay a hand on our captain!”
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