The Divorce That Freed His Heart

The cryptic message flashed on my phone: coordinates and a chilling command – "Come get your father."

My heart hammered as I raced to a remote construction site, mud sucking at my boots.

But the man crumpled on the ground, twisted at an unnatural angle, wasn't my dad.

It was Emily's father, barely clinging to life, his face a bruised mess.

Then Emily called, her voice cold and devoid of concern. "An ambulance? Don't be ridiculous, Liam. Do you have any idea what kind of scandal that would cause? I have the quarterly review next week and a promotion on the line."