The Day I Stopped Being Mad

The day after the divorce was finalized, Seraphina Wynn married the junior mentee whod just graduated college.
I didnt chase them. Not this time.
Everyone in Bostons finance circles was privately speculating on what my angle was. They couldnt believe Ithe man who had, until recently, been driven to madness over herwould simply walk away.
Five years ago, when I first discovered Seras affair, I had spiraled, desperate to hold on to her. Id ended up arrested, sacrificing my stellar career as one of the Streets youngest rising stars.
She had remained unmoved. Cold.
Now, I was running a gourmet sliders stand near the main campus, a fixture on the college-town nightlife strip.
A customer stood by the stand for a long time, silent as a statue.
I took off my gloves, exposing the network of faint burn scars on the back of my hand, and nodded a small greeting.
Long time, no see, Ms. Wynn.
Care for some artisan grilled cheese sliders?
1
Sera finally spoke, her voice low and carrying a hint of barely suppressed gravel.
I thought you would pretend you hadnt seen me.
I pulled my lips into a smile that didn't reach my eyes.
No need for pretense.
Why are you selling street food here?
To live. I answered with blunt clarity. A man has to find a way to survive.
Id done everything to survive these past five years. Even after she used her influence to blacklist me from nearly every firm in the financial district, I managed to scrape by on odd jobs and freelance consulting. Id made it through.
She drew a quiet breath, her gaze lingering on my working hands. You used to burn water trying to boil pasta. Now youre running a food stand
Just then, evening classes let out, and a wave of students poured into the street.
A young man in a hoodie ran up, calling out a familiar greeting. Cole! The usual, extra caramelized onions and that spicy aioli, please!
I acknowledged him, skillfully layering the ingredients. The hot sauce sizzled, and the aroma, rich with sharp cheese and beef, filled the air.
Sera watched my practiced, fluid movements, a look of unfamiliar confusion in her eyes.
The students were chattering amongst themselves, close and comfortable around the stand.
Cole, helping out Mrs. Rodriguez again tonight?
I nodded.
I met Mrs. Rodriguez during a community service project; her husband passed away years ago, and she relied on this little stand to put her daughter through college.
Ive helped many people like her over the years. I hadn't made much money, but I had definitely learned the harsh edges of real life.
The customers began to queue up. In the surge of people, Sera was nudged toward the periphery.
When it was time to pack up, I assumed she was long gone. I walked, as I usually did, into the familiar, old-school diner around the corner and ordered my go-to: the classic patty melt with a side of clam chowder.
A low, familiar male voice, tight with suppressed emotion, sounded behind me.
Boss, Ill have the same.
Sera sat down across from me.
Out of habit, she took my silverware, ran it under the hot water from the thermos, and poured me a glass of hot tea. Only then did she hesitate before speaking. How have you been, these five years?
Fine. Still breathing.
My tone was flat, revealing nothing.
The diner was mostly filled with local students and residents. Many recognized Sera.
Ms. Wynn!
Seraphina!
The greetings were constant. It was clear she was still riding highpowerful, successful, intimidating. In comparison, my apron-clad appearance certainly looked down-on-my-luck.
When did you get back to Boston?
Last month.
She paused. The day you took the photo for us.
I didnt deny it. I hadn't realized the world was so small.
Id only just returned when I ran into her, her new husband, and their daughter outside a kids park. I certainly hadn't expected that the casual snapshot I took for them would be shared by her husband in their family group chat.
That one picture was enough to send my former friends and associates into a frenzy, with some even taking bets on how long it would take for me to break again.
Rhys didnt mean to post that picture.
She said, The gossip in the groupdont let it get to you.
I shook my head. I dont have time for it.
She was silent for a moment, then lowered her voice. If youre having trouble, I can
I cut her off. Dont bother. Im fine.
It was the truth. Yet, Sera seemed convinced I was faking strength.
Her brow furrowed, and her voice involuntarily rose. Five years, Adrian! Why are you still so stubborn?
Are you doing this to punish yourself, just to make me feel guilty?
Through the diner's steamy air, I looked at the face before mestill beautiful, but now etched with the maturity of hard-won success.
I could barely recall the cold, ruthless expression she wore five years ago when she slapped the divorce papers on the table.
I shifted my gaze to the flashing neon outside the window. I let go a long time ago.
You
The food arrived, interrupting Seras unfinished sentence.
The owner, a kind man, chuckled as he looked at us. Well, look at you two! Havent seen you in here together in ages, have I?
Seras body stiffened slightly.
My expression was calm. You must have the wrong people, sir.
No way! You two were so sweet back then, I remember itsickeningly sweet, every time you came in The owner scratched his head and muttered as he walked away.
Sera pressed me. Why deny it? This is exactly where we used to come.
I looked down, stirring the clam chowder.
Was it? Its been too long. I dont recall.
She abruptly stood up and walked to a display wall covered in old Polaroids and sticky notes.
After searching for a moment, she cautiously pulled out a faded photo.
See? Its still
Her voice cut off, and she desperately tried to hide the picture.
But Id already seen it.
In the photo, Sera was sitting on my left, affectionately draped over my shoulder. On my right, holding my arm tightly, smiling sweetly and leaning into me, was a clean-cut young man.
Rhys Bennett. Her now-husband.
A corner of the photoslightly blurred, but the date was clear: six years ago today.
2
I was five years older than Sera.
The year we met, I returned to my alma mater to speak at a finance forum as an honored alumnus. She was the student who asked the most incisive, challenging question from the audience.
I remember her eyesfull of ambition and sharp brilliance. Even in her basic student clothing, her exceptional presence was undeniable.
After the event, she boldly intercepted me. She said shed studied every deal Id ever managed; she called me her benchmark, the trajectory she was fighting for.
Surrounded by admirers as I was, and jaded by the insincerity of the corporate world, her open worship and fiery gaze did cause a ripple in my long-dormant heart.
But I kept my distance. Sera was too young; her passion felt like a temporary impulse.
I underestimated her resolve.
What followed was her almost reckless, all-in pursuit.
Sera came from a modest background, yet shed save her part-time earnings to buy me expensive concert tickets. Shed wait outside my office building until midnight just to drop off a late-night meal shed made herself.
No matter how many times I rejected her, she returned with more force.
Until the day I was targeted by a project rival.
Sera stepped in front of me, and her arm was badly cutan injury that threatened to derail her crucial final internship. Furious and worried, I yelled at her, using the harshest words I had to chastise her recklessness.
She just held my hand tighter, her eyes shining with frightening intensity.
The path Ive chosen, Adrian Cole, I will finish, even if I have to crawl across the finish line.
I love you. Even if you reject me a thousand times, I will never give up.
I eventually broke. I crumbled.
I staked everything I had on that reckless, honest devotion.
My parents vehemently disapproved. Friends warned methe gap between us was too vast, our future too unstable.
I had my own anxieties.
But Sera used action to prove her determination.
On her graduation day, she stood on the stage and announced to the entire faculty and student body that she would marry me.
Adrian, she said. I will spend my whole life proving to you that your choice was the right one.
After we married, I poured all my connections and resources into building her career, introducing her to the major players in the investment world.
She proved to be a prodigy. In just a few years, she became a recognizable force, launching her own fund.
Outwardly, she was the decisive Ms. Wynn, but at home, she was clingy and fiercely possessive.
At Seras strong insistence, I gradually withdrew from the core, high-stakes finance work. I shifted my focus to running a charitable foundation and managing our familys private assets, seeking to achieve a different kind of social value.
It was during that time that I met Rhys Bennett.
He was interning at a non-profit organization, liaising on a project. He came from a disadvantaged background but was relentlessly ambitious and had a disarmingly innocent smile.
I admired his tenacity, providing him with guidance and opportunities. He was overwhelmingly grateful, calling me Cole and treating me like a revered older brother.
Sera was initially cool toward him, even jealous that I was dedicating too much time to anyone outside of her orbit.
That changed when I had Sera help place Rhys in an internship at her company, hoping to give him a better platform. After working closely with him, her opinion softened; she admitted he was a hard-working, thoughtful young man.
For a time, the three of us often had dinner together. On weekends, we even took short trips.
I never suspected that beneath this seemingly perfect harmony, a dangerous current was already moving.
The truth broke on my thirty-second birthday.
I ended an overseas trip early and came home.
On the floor of the foyer, scattered among Seras silk scarf, was the designer tie I had given Rhysnow left behind.
From the slightly ajar master bedroom door, I heard the soundslow, ragged, and unrestrained.
The world shattered the moment I pushed the door open.
I grabbed the nearest thinga heavy glass vase from the console tableand hurled it.
Seraphina! Rhys is only twenty-two! How could you!
Rhys lifted his tear-streaked face from her shoulder.
Cole, Im so sorry We truly fell in love, I couldnt help myself
The pain choked the air from my lungs.
And me? What was I to you?
Sera tightly wrapped a blanket around Rhys. After the initial flash of panic, her face settled into a chilling calm, laced with a hint of impatience.
She deliberately slipped on her silk robe and walked up to me, lifting my chin with a cool finger.
You know Rhys is only twenty-two. The peak of youth. But look at you.
Her eyes critically scanned my face and body. She gave a small, cold laugh. Havent you noticed you havent been able to satisfy me for a long time?
When I go to events with you, people are always whispering, wondering if Im just a trophy wife who rode your coattails.
I was shaking with rage, my nails digging deep crescents into my palms.
Seraphina, did the age gap appear just today?
If you cared, why did you pursue me in the first place!
Seras smile vanished, replaced by an empty gaze.
Yes, youre right. Im the one who changed. Adrian, youre too controlling. You have to dominate everything.
Rhys is pure, soft, and he looks up to me. He needs me.
Just like you were drawn to the young, conquest-driven woman I was back then.
Listening to her preposterous justification, I started to laugh, even as the tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.
Fine, fine Were getting a divorce!
She frowned, as if Id said something ridiculous. Divorce? I wont agree to a divorce. Not right now.
Consider it
She paused, her tone laced with patronizing charity. Consider it my way of repaying you for the opportunities you gave me back then.
3
I couldnt endure the humiliation.
The day after I discovered their affair, I screenshotted some dubious financial correspondence and sent them to our core client group. It was quickly dismissed, but it caused a momentary panic.
The next day, I dumped all of Rhyss belongings out of the villa while Sera watched.
Get out.
Rhys clung to Seras sleeve, tears in his eyes.
Sera merely gave me a cold look and made a phone call. Less than thirty minutes later, every card in my name was frozen.
On the third day, I approached her company's most important investor, hinting that her turbulent private life might compromise her funds reputation.
That evening, Sera returned home smelling of expensive scotch.
She dragged me into the study and forced me to sit in front of the computer. On the screen was the signed confirmation that the investor had increased their investment.
Adrian Cole, is that all youve got?
Sera was right. When it came to manipulating capital and people, her student had surpassed the master long ago.
In a fit of rage, I gathered materials on some of her ethically questionable project maneuvers and filed an anonymous but detailed complaint with the relevant regulatory bodies. While I was at it, I went to the non-profit where Rhys was due to be promoted and gave his supervisor an objective account of his character.
The result? The private family foundation I managed was hit with an immediate audit, and I was given a travel ban.
When I stormed into her office to confront her, she was feeding Rhys a piece of cake.
Stop this, Adrian.
She wiped a smear of frosting from Rhyss mouth.
If you touch Rhys again, I cant guarantee youll walk away from the trouble Im about to drop on you.
In that moment, I felt a deep, crushing helplessness. I finally understood that in the high-stakes game of capital and power, the current Seraphina was leagues beyond me.
Cole?
A voice of feigned surprise yanked me back to the present.
Rhys Bennett was standing beside the table. He was wearing an expensive, on-trend designer suitpolished, handsome, and clearly protected by an armor of money.
It really is you, Cole! I almost didnt recognize you. I thought you were someones hired housekeeper.
I watched his performance in silence.
What are you doing these days? I heard youre running a food stand?
He wore a mask of pity, but his eyes held clear schadenfreude. You were the god of our finance world, Cole. How could you fall this far
Sera frowned. Rhys!
Oh, I was just expressing concern, he said, shaking her arm with a little-boy whine. Were old friends, arent we? Whats wrong with catching up?
I offered a chilling, mirthless smile. The old friend who nearly had you indicted?
The temperature in the diner instantly plummeted.
Five years ago, while Sera and I were locked in this exhaustive cycle of mutual torment, another devastating blow landed.
My father, always healthy and active, had a sudden, fatal heart attack after being implicated in a failed investment project, leaving behind massive debt.
I rushed back, grief-stricken, to find Sera tightly holding a trembling Rhys.
She was comforting him. Dont be scared. Its okay. Investments are risky; this isnt your fault
I learned that the project that had dragged my father into ruinthe one hed poured his life savings intowas based on information Rhys had casually passed along to him. Rhys had used my trust to gain my father's ear, persuading him to take the plunge.
My father was dead, crushed by debt, while Rhys stood there, playing the role of the innocent bystander.
I collapsed, weeping, grabbing Rhyss shoulders and shaking him.
Why! My father trusted you!
Sera forcefully pried my hands away, pulling Rhys behind her.
Adrian! Calm down! Rhys is a victim too! He just shared information out of good faithyour father made the final decision!
The tragedy was officially ruled as my father's death by suicide due to financial distress.
Rhys came to the funeral and wept with convincing sincerity.
Im sorry, Cole. I truly had no idea
I slapped him hard across the face, then lunged to grab him again.
My father was so good to you! Why did you ruin him!
Sera violently shoved me back. I stumbled, knocking over my fathers framed picture. The glass shattered across the floor.
Have you lost it, Adrian! Cant you tell right from wrong anymore? Rhys was cheated too!
I felt cold, my heart turned to ash. And my father? Did he deserve to die like that?
Why does real sincerity always get trampled?
Sera, to prevent me from hurting Rhys, called the police. I was detained on charges of disturbing the peace and assault.
The next time I saw her was in the holding cell. She brought the divorce agreement.
Adrian, sign this, and everything ends here.
My heart was dead wood. I scanned the agreement.
...You want me to assume all of my fathers debt? And forfeit all our joint assets?
Sera showed me photos of loan sharks vandalizing our villa, splashing paint on the walls, and sending death threats.
Your fathers failed investmentRhys nearly had a breakdown from the guilt.
This money will serve as compensation for his emotional distress, and atonement for your father.
When you get out
She sighed, her voice laced with near-pity. Find somewhere quiet, and live peacefully.
My tears were long exhausted. I simply stared at her, numb.
In that instant, every memory of love, every vow, every act of supportit all twisted into the sharpest, most cynical betrayal, tearing my heart to shreds.
I signed as she wished, inheriting a mountain of debt and leaving with nothing but the clothes on my back.
4
We never imagined youd end up struggling this much.
Sera took a deep breath, pulled a checkbook from her wallet, and quickly wrote a number.
Take this. Consider it a little compensation from me. The pin hasnt changed.
Rhyss face momentarily flickered with displeasure, but he quickly forced a look of sympathy.
You truly dont need to treat us like enemies, Cole.
And you dont have a Seraphina looking after you, like I do. A man your age, carrying debt, with no one to rely onit must be so hard
Im not alone.
I cut him off. I reached out and pushed the offered check away.
As I adjusted my jacket sleeve, the subtle sparkle of a diamond ring on my left handmy other ring fingerwas momentarily visible.
Im married. And Im doing very well.
Both of them froze.
Rhys reacted first, his smile turning subtly conspiratorial.
Oh, really? Congratulations, Cole.
His eyes darted up and down. So, your current wife
My phone conveniently buzzed with a string of texts from someone urging me to hurry home. I looked down, quickly replying, and answered with deliberate casualness. A few years older than me, actually.
Rhys drew out the syllable. Oooooh. I thought your type was always fixed, Cole. You know, young and bursting with life.
Enough!
Seras face darkened. She looked at me with a mix of disappointment and anger. Adrian Cole, do you really have to resort to this kind of self-sabotage?
Marrying an older woman just to run a street stand and pay off debt for her?
Is this the life you want? Have you forgotten you were the Adrian Cole who commanded the room on Wall Street?
I hit the send button on my text, then looked up, meeting her gaze.
Seraphina. Youre crossing a line.
She flinched. I just I dont want you to live like this.
Dont bother.
I was unequivocal. Because I have never wished either of you well.
Looking directly at them, I spoke slowly, distinctly.
I have never forgiven you.
I just refuse to waste any more of my precious time and life tangling with two rotting people.
Ive paid my check. Im leaving.
With that, I grabbed my bag and turned without hesitation.
A muffled argument erupted behind me.
Seraphina, what was that? Are you going soft on him now that you see his pathetic life?
Rhys, stop this! Dont forget your place!
My place? Im your husband! Dont forget you were the one who climbed into my bed first!
Shut up! Were going home!
I didnt slow down, walking straight to the door.
Time is the fairest judge.
No one can permanently occupy the moral high ground. And when the velvet curtain is lifted, the sight of the decay beneath is the most repulsive of all.
I had barely stepped out of the diner when hurried footsteps sounded behind me.
Sera caught up and grabbed my wrist once more.
Adrian, listen to me
Her breath was ragged. Her eyes, in the gathering dusk, were complex and unreadable.
Actually, after you left, I
Before she could finish, a clear, high-pitched childs voice chirped from behind her.
Dad!

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