My Son Called Another Woman Mom, So I Walked Away for Good Chapter 06

My Son Called Another Woman Mom, So I Walked Away for Good Chapter 06

I stayed with my parents for two weeks. 

During the day, I took French classes. 

At night. I met with my attorney by video call. 

At first, Cormac kept asking mutual friends to contact me and 

convince me to come home. 

Eventually, he stopped. 

Cambria was the first one to crack. 

After receiving the formal demand letter, she deleted her social media posts. 

Too late. 

The screenshots were already everywhere. 

People flooded her comments asking whether she had known 

Cormac was married, whether Kellan’s mother knew he had been 

calling Cambria Mom, and whether she had really been playing 

house with someone else’s husband and son. 

The day Cambria moved out of her short–term rental, someone 

recorded her arguing with Cormac in the building’s leasing office. 

Her eyes were red. 

“You told me your marriage was already dead.” 

“You told me the marriage was over and the divorce was just a formality.” 

“Now I’m the joke. Are you happy?” 

Cormac stood there without answering. 

Sybil tried to pull Kellan away. 

Cambria wouldn’t let go of his hand. 

Kellan stood between them with his backpack on, staring at the floor. 

My attorney asked whether I wanted the video preserved. 

“Yes.” 

Not long after, Ms. Winslow emailed me. 

She said Kellan had been distracted in class and had gotten into an argument with another student. 

She hoped I would speak with him as his mother. 

I sent one reply. 

[Please contact his father.] 

Later, my attorney sent ine a copy of Kellan’s school authorization form. 

Cambria Locke was listed as the emergency contact. Under 

“Relationship to Student,” it said: Mother. 

I stared at that word until my eyes hurt. 

“Have you ever seen this form?” my attorney asked. 

“No.” 

“The signature is yours.” 

I zoomed in on the signature. It looked almost right–except for the 

final stroke. 

“I didn’t sign this.” 

“We can document that as a forged signature.” 

As soon as the call ended, an unknown number rang. 

“Mom. 

Kellan. 

I didn’t answer. 

His voice dropped. 

“Grandma and Cambria are fighting. Dad isn’t home.” 

“Where are you?* 

“Outside school* 

“Why aren’t you going home?” 

“My classmates keep calling me a liar. They say I have two moms.” 

I gripped the phone. 

After a few seconds, I said, “Call your dad.” 

“He’s in a meeting.” 

“Call Grandma.” 

“She’s yelling at Cambria* 

“Then go to your teacher.” 

His voice rose. 

“Why can’t you just come back?” 

I closed my eyes. 

“Because I can’t.” 

He started crying. 

“You weren’t like this before.” 

My chest tightened. 

“You weren’t like this before either.” 

Silence. 

Then, quietly, “I didn’t mean to push you that day.” 

I asked, “Did someone force you to call her Mom too?” 

His breathing quickened. 

“She was nice to me. She bought me things. She said you never understood me.” 

I stayed quiet for a moment. 

“Then maybe she can keep being the one who understands you.” 

He broke down. 

“But she doesn’t want me anymore!” 

My heart still hurt. 

Of course it did. 

But I said, “Go to the security office. I’ll ask Ms. Winslow to contact your dad.” 

He cried and begged me not to hang up. 

I did anyway. 

Then I messaged Ms. Winslow and asked her to bring him inside. 

I barely slept that night. 

The next day, my attorney sent more photos. 

The building staff had found them while clearing out Cambria’s short–term rental. 

One of the photos had been taken on a night when I had eaten pasta alone at home while Cormac claimed he was still with a client. 

In the picture, he stood beside Cambria. 

Kellan held a sparkler and grinned. 

On the table beside them was a cake that read: [Always Loved, Cambria.] 

I stared at the photo for a long time. 

Then I saved it. 

My attorney asked what wanted to do next. 

I replied: 

[I’m coming back to the States.]