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Returned Home—No Husband, No Trace of Him or His Belongings in Sight
She came home to find no husband and none of his belongings.
“Whats with that look?” Zoe smirked. “Stan just wanted to prove hes a catch. Thats all.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The plain truth, love,” drawled Stans ex-wife.
“I dont understand” Emily faltered.
“Ah! Theres Stanhell explain everything,” Zoe nodded vaguely.
Emilys mother, Anne, had raised her like a delicate flower.
Anne herself was a stern woman, running a timber yard with an iron will.
But with her only daughter, she softenedher voice turning gentle, her eyes brimming with warmth.
So Emily grew up tender, fragile, trusting.
Shed known no hardship, attending both regular school and music lessons, where she learned piano with delight.
She never became a great musician, but she made a fine teacher.
All she needed was a good marriage, and soon a suitor appearedcharming Danny.
He courted her beautifully, spending his modest lorry drivers wages on her.
Such sweet words, such tender looks
Yet her mother disapproved.
“Lazy good-for-nothing!” Anne declared.
“But I love him, Mum,” Emilys blue eyes welled with tears.
“Fine, fine,” her mother relented. “But youll live with me!”
Their spacious three-bed flat had room enough, and Danny didnt mind living with his mother-in-law, who spent most hours at work.
He had nothing to his name.
But soon after the wedding, caring Danny showed his true coloursdrinking, disappearing, snapping at his young wife.
Around Anne, he barely kept up appearances.
Emily refused to see his flaws.
Nine months after the wedding, she gave birth to little Leo, thrilled to have a real family.
The boy was sickly, demanding constant care, and Danny grew even angrier.
She endured, hoping for better.
Her patience ended when her mother suddenly died, having only known her grandson a year.
The funeral was handled by Annes old friend, Geoffrey.
Danny vanished those days, and when he returned, his bags waited in the hall.
He threatened lawsuits, property divisions.
Emily said nothing.
Thankfully, Geoffrey tossed him out.
A seasoned solicitor, he ensured no assets were lost.
Emily and Leo never saw Danny again.
She couldnt run the timber yardthat task went to hired managers, arranged by Geoffrey.
So the shrunken family wanted for nothing.
Losing her mother and her marriage was hardEmily had no friends, no relatives.
Just Leo, needing her care, and she focused on him entirely.
Men? Unthinkable. (Geoffrey didnt count.)
That day, she and five-year-old Leo left the clinic, huddled under a large umbrella against the rain.
Waiting inside was pointlessit wouldnt let upso they risked the walk.
“Hop in!” A car screeched to a halt, the driver flinging the door open. “Quick, before I get fined!”
It didnt strike Emily as dangerousshe recognised the man from the clinic, where he brought his son, around Leos age.
“Thanks!” she said warmly after the ride (theyd chatted, of course).
“Anytime!” Stan grinned. “Give us your number?”
She stiffened.
“Sorry, I dont date married men,” she cut him off, heading inside with Leo.
She didnt expect to see him so soonyet there he was the next day, waiting in the courtyard.
“Im not married,” he blurted, shoving divorce papers at her. Finalised a month prior.
Was she lonely? Was Stan too charming? Did Leo adore him instantly?
Later, Emily couldnt fathom why she let him join their walk, then stay for dinner.
After that, they met daily, and she fell harder.
So hard, she wasnt surprised when he proposed a month later.
Of course. He loved her. Loved Leo too.
The boys adoration sealed ithe called Stan “Dad” before the wedding.
“Dad” didnt mind. She just beamed.
Naturally, after the registry, Stan suggested adoption.
“Always wanted two sons,” he said, then darkened.
Emily patted his shoulder. She knew his ex-wife, now with a wealthy lover, barred him from their son.
So within three months, they were a proper family.
The one thing she hid? Her finances.
The timber yard, though small, brought decent profitssplit three ways (per the new partners deal).
She saved it all for Leos future.
No need for Stan to know.
Geoffrey had taught her that, before retiring to the seaside.
If Stan suspected, he never let on.
Yet the idyll lasted less than a year.
Stan grew distant, returning sullen, snapping.
“Just work stress,” hed say.
“Cant you transfer?” shed ask. “Youre a brilliant electrician.”
“Ill sort it.”
Soon, he stopped explainingjust glowered, or worse, barked at her.
He ignored Leo, but the boy clearly annoyed him.
Then, it all unravelled.
That day, she and Leo strolled the parkStan was late but promised to join them for ice cream.
“Shouldnt have let him adopt,” a womans mocking voice cut in.
Emily turned. A striking brunette in a bright orange coat perched beside her.
“Do I know you?”
“Not yet,” the woman smirked. “Im Zoe. Stans ex. Temporarily ex”
Emily gaped. Thank goodness Leo played afar.
“Whats that look for?” Zoe chuckled. “Stan just needed to prove hes a catch. Simple.”
“What?”
“Pure truth, love,” Zoe drawled.
Though only five years older, she eyed Emily with condescension.
“I dont understand”
“Ah! Heres Stanhell explain.”
Stan approached, uneasy.
“Stan, tell her,” Zoe stood, ruffling his hair lazily before sauntering off. “Were waiting!”
“Why the look?” Stan asked, as Emily reeled. “Whatever Zoe saidyes, I married you to spite her.”
He sighed.
“She kept naggingWhod want you? Acting like she tolerated me, like our son was all Id ever have. Then shoved her rich bloke in my face. So I left.”
“Why adopt Leo?” Emily choked out.
“To sell it. New wife, new sonpicture perfect!” Stan admitted. “I spotted you at the clinicknew youd do.”
“As a fool?”
Silence.
“What now?”
“Dunno,” he muttered. “I kinda got used to you.”
He made up his mind fast. That night, he vanished.
Next morning, after dropping Leo at nursery, Emily returned to the empty flat.
She sighed, dialling Geoffrey. Shed need a solicitor again.
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