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. . . . . . . Chapter 1: The Forgotten Anniversary It was just past 1 a.m. Sharon McKinzie lay awake, her thoughts restless. Unable to sleep, she picked up her phone and began mindlessly scrolling. A new Facebook post from Kelly Walt caught her eye. "Big thanks to Carter and little Theo for the beautiful gifts! The mug was handmade by Theo himself!" Sharon tapped the image. A necklace and a painted mug filled the screen. On the mug, in uneven handwriting, she could just make out: Happy Birthday, Mom. Her gaze shifted to the dining table, still set for dinner—untouched plates, an unlit birthday cake. A faint, bitter smile crossed her lips. Earlier that day, a news alert had flashed across her phone: "Confirmed: Carter Biggs from Amstern City is married in secret and has a five-year-old son!" The article included a photo—Carter, tall and poised, with a beautiful woman beside him and a child holding both their hands. They looked like the perfect family, walking through an amusement park. Kelly rested her hand lovingly on Theo’s head. Carter’s eyes were soft as he gazed at her. They looked nothing short of perfect—like a family out of a storybook. Today was Sharon's birthday. It also marked five years since she and Carter had wed. Yet the one being celebrated wasn’t her. It was Kelly. Carter and Theo had spent the entire day with her—giving her gifts, celebrating her life. But Sharon was no longer surprised. She had grown used to being forgotten. Kelly had always been Carter’s first love. Now diagnosed with a terminal illness, she had only months left. Her final wish? To spend time with Carter once more. He had asked Sharon to be understanding. “Just for a while,” he had said. “Let me do something for her.” Sharon had wanted to say no—but how could she? For the first time, Carter had looked at her with genuine emotion. How could she refuse? Still, it felt like a hole had opened in her chest—an ache she couldn't fill. The front door creaked open, snapping her out of her thoughts. Carter stepped in with Theo. He halted briefly upon seeing her. “You’re still awake?” “I want to talk,” Sharon said quietly. Carter glanced down at Theo. “Go on up, buddy.” Theo yawned and rubbed his eyes as he walked past Sharon. “Happy birthday, Mommy,” he said softly. “Daddy and I didn’t mean to forget. But… Kelly doesn’t have much time left. We still have lots of time with you. You’re not upset over something small, right?” Sharon didn’t know what stung more—being forgotten, or being remembered only to be brushed aside. Once Theo was gone, silence returned. Carter broke it. “What did you want to talk about?” He looked pristine—white shirt, dark trousers, elegant as ever. He seemed like a moonlit statue: beautiful, but distant. “Let’s get a divorce,” Sharon said evenly. His eyes flickered, like still water rippling in the breeze. But the reaction disappeared just as quickly. “I didn’t forget your birthday,” he said after a pause. “I got you a gift.” Sharon gave a humorless laugh. “The necklace that used to be my mother’s? The one you gave to Kelly?” She had lost it during childbirth. Carter had promised to find it—and he had. Only to gift it away. “It’s only temporary,” he said. “I’ll get it back to you.” “When?” she asked. “The day after she dies?” “Sharon! Enough!” His voice cut through the air, sharp and icy. He was rarely this emotional. “She only has half a year,” he said. “Even Theo understands compassion. Why can’t you?” Something inside Sharon snapped. “Why is her time my responsibility? She’s not family. Why must I be the one to step aside?” Carter’s brows furrowed. Sharon had always been soft-spoken. He hadn’t expected this fire. “I thought we had an agreement,” he muttered. “An agreement?” Sharon’s voice trembled. “She wants to relive her youth, so I give up my marriage. She wants a wedding, so you give her mine. She wants to see the world—you travel the globe with her. What else? The stars?” She pulled out a folder from her bag and placed it on the table. “I’ve signed the divorce papers. Give her your name before it’s too late. I’m sure it’ll mean the world to her.” Carter's face turned to stone. “And Theo?” “He’ll stay with you,” she said. His phone rang. He picked it up. “Carter! Kelly collapsed—she’s in the ER!” “I’m on my way.” He left without another word. Chapter 2: Leaving It All Behind The next morning, Sharon wheeled out her suitcase. Passing Theo’s room, she paused. After a moment, she stepped inside. He was seated at his desk, doing homework. “Morning, Mommy,” he said without looking up. “I’m leaving,” Sharon said quietly. “Take care of yourself.” “Oh.” That was all. She still remembered a video Kelly once posted—Theo happily eating cotton candy. “Kelly lets me eat whatever I want,” he had said. “Is your mommy not nice to you?” “She nags too much. Kelly’s better.” Sharon had cared for him endlessly. She’d nursed him from a weak, sickly infant into a healthy child. But she was never the favorite. As she reached the door, Theo called out again. “Mommy… you always said that whoever I like, you’ll like too. I really like Kelly. So you like her too… right?” Sharon froze. She turned slightly, smiled faintly, and said, “You always wanted to protect her, didn’t you? Now you and Daddy can do it together.” He blinked in confusion. She didn’t wait for a response. Outside, Wendy Cohen was already waiting in her car. “You’re really going through with it?” Wendy asked. Sharon nodded. “It’s over.” “And Theo?” “He won’t come with me,” she said with a sad smile. “To him, Kelly’s perfect.” “You almost died giving birth to him!” Wendy fumed. “You’ve raised him like glass for five years!” “They’re the same—father and son,” Sharon replied. “Even their taste in women.” They arrived at Sharon’s old apartment. After a bit of cleaning, Wendy had a suggestion. “Let’s go out. You’ve given everything to that family. It’s time to reclaim something for yourself.” Sharon hesitated… then nodded. Then Wendy got a call. “Someone wants to buy the Shaluna violin—offered a huge price. It’s urgent.” It had been five years since Sharon played. She had entrusted it to Wendy long ago. Now, they drove to the music store. Inside stood Carter and Kelly. Kelly’s voice floated through the room. “It’s stunning… I want to play one last concert. What do you think?” Carter nodded. “We’ll make it happen.” The store manager turned to Sharon in relief. “Please talk to them. They want to buy Shaluna.” Wendy’s voice was cold. “It’s not for sale.” Kelly looked over, startled. “Sharon… this is your friend’s violin? Could she lend it to me, just once? Carter and I met through music.” Sharon stared at her. “People die every day. I don’t owe you anything.” Kelly teared up. Carter said coldly, “It’s just a violin. If you want another, I’ll get you one.” Sharon looked at him. “Exactly. Buy her one. Why must she take mine?” Kelly added sweetly, “If there’s a price, name it.” Sharon laughed quietly. “Funny… you do seem to like my mother’s things. The necklace, now the violin.” Kelly blinked. “I didn’t know…” “Then now you do. Give it back.” Kelly looked to Carter. “Just keep it,” he said. “What’s given is given.” Touched, Kelly smiled. Sharon looked between them. “If you want the violin, fine—let Carter beg me.” Kelly’s eyes widened. Carter snapped. “Enough.” She turned to the manager. “The contract ends today. I’m taking it back.” Once the violin was returned, she walked out without looking back. Carter’s eyes followed her, troubled. Kelly looked guilty. “Maybe she’s just upset… about yesterday. I shouldn’t have—” “It’s not your fault,” Carter muttered. “Prepare for your concert. I’ll send you the violin.” Chapter 3: Absence Felt That night, Carter came home on time. But Sharon wasn’t there. The house was silent. Theo came downstairs. “Where’s Mommy? Didn’t she cook?” Sharon had always cooked, especially for Theo’s sensitive stomach. Now, nothing. Carter’s face darkened. If this was her way of retaliating, she was being childish. “Let’s eat out,” he said. Theo beamed. “Can Kelly come? I want cotton candy again!” “Cotton candy?” Carter paused. “Didn’t your mom say you can’t eat that because of your digestion?” Chapter 4: The Consequences of Absence Theo looked up at his father, confused. “But Kelly said one bite wouldn't hurt…” Carter’s brow twitched, but he said nothing. Instead, he grabbed his keys. “Go get your coat.” Theo ran off cheerfully, leaving Carter alone in the silence of the hallway. He glanced toward the empty dining room. For five years, Sharon had made this house feel like a home. Quietly, without complaint. Meals on time. Medicine ready. Clothes neatly folded. She had done everything without ever asking for thanks. And now, not even a single dish sat on the table. Carter hadn't realized how much he had relied on her — how much he had taken her quiet presence for granted — until it was gone. Still, a part of him told himself this was just temporary. She’d calm down. She always did. But then, why couldn’t he shake the image of her turning away from him at the music store? That faint, mocking smile had felt like a blade. That night, after dropping Theo off with Kelly’s caregiver, Carter returned to the villa alone. He stepped into the master bedroom, expecting the usual faint lavender scent, the soft glow of a night lamp. Instead, the room felt cold. Hollow. The closet door stood slightly ajar. He walked over and opened it fully. Half empty. Her clothes were gone. His fingers tightened around the doorframe. He hadn’t expected her to actually leave. Meanwhile, Sharon sat on the balcony of her old apartment, a warm cup of tea cradled in her hands. For the first time in years, she could hear the city again—the chatter of pedestrians, the hum of traffic, the occasional bark of a dog. It was chaotic, yes, but it was hers. No one called her name. No one needed anything. She didn’t have to explain where she was going or why. And strangely, the quiet didn’t feel lonely—it felt like freedom. Inside, Wendy had already unpacked and was folding laundry while music played from Sharon’s old speaker. “You sure you’re okay staying here alone tonight?” Wendy asked. Sharon smiled softly. “Yes. I need to remember who I was before all of this.” Wendy studied her for a moment, then nodded. “I’m proud of you,” she said simply. “You finally chose you.” The next morning, Carter was startled awake by the smell of burned toast. He had tried to make Theo breakfast. The result was disastrous. Theo picked at the dry scrambled eggs with a scowl. “Mommy never burned food.” Carter sighed. “You’ll get used to it.” Theo frowned. “Will Mommy be back for dinner?” Carter hesitated. “She’s… staying somewhere else for a while.” Theo looked down. “Is it because I said I liked Kelly more?” Carter paused mid-sip of his coffee. He hadn’t known. Theo continued quietly, “I didn’t mean to hurt her. I just… Kelly lets me have candy. And she doesn’t make me eat carrots.” Carter stared at his son, the words cutting deeper than expected. He realized something then—Kelly may have made Theo laugh, but Sharon had been the one who made him healthy. She was the one who stayed up all night when he had fevers. She was the one who remembered which medicines caused side effects and which didn't. She had given everything. And he had let her go as if it meant nothing. That afternoon, a package arrived at Sharon’s apartment. Inside was a familiar necklace—the one her mother had left her. There was no note. Just the necklace, resting quietly in a velvet box. She stared at it for a long moment before closing the lid again. Too little. Too late. Chapter 5: A Song of Her Own A week passed. Carter hadn’t heard a word from Sharon. The house was quieter than ever. Meals came from takeout boxes. Theo had grown moody and irritable, constantly asking when his mother would come home. And Carter… Carter found himself looking for Sharon in every room. Half-expecting her to walk in. Half-hoping she’d leave him a note. She never did. Even when Kelly played the violin at her small, impromptu concert — even when the audience applauded, and she smiled at him beneath soft stage lights — all Carter could think of was the hollow ache that had opened in his chest. Because when Kelly played… he realized something. It didn’t move him anymore. She was beautiful. Talented. Everything he once cherished. But her music no longer reached him the way it once did. And in that realization, he finally understood: It had never been about Kelly anymore. He had just clung to the idea of her — the past, the what-if, the guilt. Sharon had always been there, asking for nothing, giving everything. Until she had nothing left to give. Sharon, meanwhile, had returned to music. Slowly. Quietly. She began teaching part-time at a local academy. Her first student was a shy teenager with trembling fingers who reminded her of herself. Each note played, each song rehearsed — they didn’t just teach others. They healed her. She played Shaluna again for the first time in five years. The moment her bow touched the strings, her eyes filled with tears. Not from sadness. But because for the first time in forever, the music was hers. Carter tried to see her twice. She didn’t open the door. The third time, she finally came down. Calm. Distant. She wore a simple dress and no makeup. But her composure made her look like the most unshakable person in the world. Carter handed her an envelope. “I’ve signed the divorce papers.” She took it without hesitation. “Thank you.” He hesitated. “Theo… he misses you.” Sharon looked away for a moment. “He’ll be fine. You’ll both be fine.” He looked like he wanted to say more — but he didn’t. Because what could he say? That he was sorry? That he had realized too late? That he didn’t deserve her forgiveness? All true. And she knew it, too. She stepped back. “Goodbye, Carter.” The door closed. Epilogue: One Year Later The auditorium was packed. It was the first public recital of Sharon McKinzie’s return to the classical stage. Backstage, Wendy adjusted her hair with gleaming eyes. “Nervous?” Sharon smiled. “Not at all.” She stepped onto the stage, elegant in midnight blue, Shaluna resting beneath her chin. She didn’t search the crowd. She didn’t need to know who was watching. She closed her eyes. And played. Every note told a story — of love once cherished, of betrayal endured, of a woman who had almost lost herself… and found her way back. In the audience, Carter sat beside Theo, silent. Theo leaned closer and whispered, “She looks so happy, Daddy.” Carter didn’t answer. He just watched — as the woman he had once overlooked shone brighter than ever under the spotlight. Not as someone’s wife. Not as someone’s mother. But as herself. The End.

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