Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Back at the hotel. I booked a flight home for the next day.
Right before bed, I scrolled through social media-
Johnson had just posted something.
A photo of him at a theme park with Jace… and her
That same girl from the wedding,
Jace was snuggled up against Johnson,
sharing a Neapolitan ice cream cone with her like they were a family.
The caption read: “Looks like someone’s ready for a new mommy.”
There weren’t any likes on the post. Not one.
I knew right away-
This was meant for me.
Set to “Only visible to Scarlett.”
He always did this.
Every time we fought, he’d post something about Jace.
A subtle warning: “Bow down if you want to see your kid.”
And every time, I gave in-
Tossed my pride at his feet and let him stomp all over it.
Looking back now,
The second I almost died giving birth, he had me by the throat.
But not anymore.
I gave the post a “like,”
then put my phone down and went to sleep.
Around midnight, his call woke me.
“Scarlett, what the hell is wrong with you as a mother?”
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“Do you even care Jace waited for you all day?”
“He’s still crying!”
I rubbed my eyes and answered like I was half asleep.
“Oh. Tell him I’m sorry, will you?”
There was silence on the other end–just two seconds.
Then Johnson’s voice came back, low and cold.
“Scarlett, don’t test me.”
“You know I can make sure you never see Jace again.”
There it was.
The old threat, the same leverage.
But I wasn’t that Scarlett anymore.
“Go ahead.”
I stared at the ceiling, voice steady.
He choked for a moment, caught off guard.
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“…What did you just say?”
I sat up, my hair brushing the hotel comforter.
“I said, go ahead.”
“You’re his dad. Do whatever you want.”
Through the phone, I heard something crash–glass shattering hard.
“You have one more chance, Scarlett.”
“Take it back or I’ll take Jace overseas tomorrow.”
“You’ll never find him.”
I closed the call.
Opened my photo gallery.
213 videos.
Over a thousand pictures.
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I’d watched them all more times than 1 could count.
I took a long breath-
And deleted everything.
Suddenly, I didn’t feel like waiting until tomorrow.
“Hey, Johnson.” I said quietly,
“we were never actually married… were we?”
The line went dead silent.
I looked down, calm now.
“No marriage license means no divorce.”
“We’re done.”
I hung up.
A second later-
Someone banged hard on the hotel door.
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