I had just given birth when my husband looked me in the eyes and said, “Take the bus home. I’m going to take my family out for hotpot.” Two hours later, his voice was trembling on the phone: “Claire… what have you done? Everything is lost.”

Their image crumbled.

Their money vanished.

Their lies were exposed.

And my son?

He stayed exactly where he was meant to be.

With me. Six months later, I stood on the balcony of my new home, holding him in my arms.

The morning was calm. Clean. Ours.

My phone vibrated once.

*Agreement approved