“Tyler!”
Everything in front of him felt unreal. By the stairwell, he seemed to catch a glimpse—just for a moment—of Emilia’s figure tumbling down, a ghostly replay of that day. He could almost hear her desperate cry, echoing with the memory of himself, too afraid to look back.
As Parker was about to speak again, Tyler heard his own voice cut through the silence.
“We’re divorced.”
His words sounded strange, as if spoken by someone else entirely.
Parker, raising his cane, froze in place.
“What?” Parker’s disbelief was palpable.
Tyler lowered his gaze, staring at the glowing green letters above the emergency exit.
“It’s done. The waiting period is over. We signed the papers a few days ago.”
The hallway fell silent for three long seconds.
Then Dailey’s incredulous voice broke the stillness. “Sir, this isn’t funny. You can’t lie to your grandparents just to avoid calling your wife!”
But Tyler only pressed his lips together, refusing to answer.
“You—”
Parker’s anger boiled over. He swung his cane at Tyler, the blow landing with a sharp crack.
“Well done, Tyler. Just brilliant!”
Parker’s breathing became ragged, chest heaving, eyes bloodshot as he jabbed a trembling finger at Tyler.
“So, you filed for divorce from Emily at least a month ago!”
“Which means you were shamelessly parading around with Vivienne while you were still married.”
“Unbelievable! You threw away your marriage for Vivienne!”
Parker’s hands shook with fury, his lips quivering as he pointed at Tyler.
“How did the Erickson family end up with someone like you?”
“I— If I don’t beat some sense into you—!”
He raised his cane again, striking Tyler hard. But as he went to strike a third time—
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