Ayla Sanderson Shane Norton Novel Time for Me to Go, Time for You to Burn

On Children's Day, the most popular social media post is about me.

The caption is: Mr. Shane Norton spends his birthday with his son David Norton and his first love, Ruth Feynman. Has he finally decided to divorce Ayla Sanderson?

I quietly press the like button.

When my phone rings, I'm in the midst of taking down the balloons I put up for our wedding anniversary.

"Honey."

My husband sounds anxious as he tries to explain himself. "David suddenly insisted that we go to a theme park, so I"

In the background, I hear David laughing. "Dad, Ruthie says that I can sleep with her tonight!"

I look at the mess in the house.

The balloons are drooping, and the cream on the cake is congealed.

"You don't have to explain," I hear myself say.

"I understand."

It's just that this time, I don't want you or David any longer, Shane.
Chapter 1
Ayla Sanderson's POV
When Shane Norton brought our son, David Norton, home, I was curled up on the sofa, watching television.
In the past, I would have rushed over immediately to get his slippers and kiss David's little face.
Today, I did not move.
"Why didn't you come and kiss me today, Mom?"
"Ayla, why didn't you bring me my slippers?"
I adjusted the volume of the television. "I don't have time."
Shane put on his slippers and left David waiting for me to serve him.
"Ayla, you're not still angry over such a minor thing, are you?
"It's Children's Day today, and David suddenly wanted to go to a theme park. You wouldn't have disappointed him, would you? I couldn't handle him on my own, so I asked Ruth to come along. How many times do I have to explain this?"
Beside him, David said angrily, "Mom, you're losing your temper for no reason again! Ruthie never looks stern like you do!"
Shane ruffled David's hair and looked at me as he asked, "Did you hear that? Even David disapproves.
"Why don't you understand, Ayla? I'm showing you respect by trying to placate you. Even if you're going to have a fit, there should be limits!"
My voice was calm. "I'm not angry. I understand."
I understood everything. I understood it all too well.
It was like last year, when I'd gotten into a car accident and was bleeding heavily.
Over the phone, Shane had said impatiently, "I'm a little busy over here. I'll go soon. Call an ambulance for yourself!"
Beside him, I heard David shouting, "Come and see, Dad! Ruthie found her kitten! Comfort her and tell her to stop crying."
As I lay in a puddle of blood, I dialed 911 on my own.
When I had to sign the agreement for the operation, there was a box for family members to sign. In that box, I wrote with a trembling hand: "No family."
Shane scanned my face and sighed wearily. "Must you do this, Ayla?"
I met his eyes calmly. "What have I done?"
The room fell silent.
He suddenly pulled out a velvet box from his briefcase and tossed it on the coffee table. "Here. Happy anniversary."
I looked at the necklace in the box. The letters "RF" were engraved on the pendant, and I knew that they were Ruth Feynman's initials.
My lips curled. Even my anniversary present was a castoff from someone else.
On Ruth's birthday, Shane had taken David to a bakery and spent the entire afternoon making a cake.
"Thanks."
There was no emotion in my voice.
Shane shot to his feet. "David and I put in a lot of effort to choose this, and you didn't even smile. Don't you like it?"
"I do. Thanks."
I ran my fingers over the stark "RF" letters on the necklace.
Shane looked thunderstruck.
After all, I had once treasured any present he gave me, even if it was just a gift he'd gotten at the annual company party. I would put it away carefully and tell him sweetly that he was my darling hubby.
For all these years, I had done the same thing without fail.
Chapter 2
Ayla's POV
I would even start preparing for our anniversary three months in advance. I would have a photo album custom-made, record videos, and fly to the city where he was away on business to set up a surprise.
Now, all I did was toss the gift box into the trash can.
I turned around and went to the bedroom to get my bag and shoes, as I was going out.
Shane grabbed me, looking irritated. "Ayla, where are you going in the middle of the night? David's waiting for you to put him to bed."
I looked at him, feeling slightly amused. "How interesting, Shane.
"When I used to ask you where you were going at three in the morning, you said that I had no boundaries, offending your privacy.
"Now that I don't ask, you've actually become angrier. You're even starting to monitor where I'm going."
I headed out through the door.
As the security door clanged shut behind me, I heard him yell in suppressed fury, "All you do is lose your temper! If you don't come home tonight, then never come back again!"
I could hear the conviction in his voice. He was sure that I would turn back from the fear of losing him.
However, I did not stop; my eyes filled with scorn.
In his eyes, I was probably just a clown who would never be able to leave him.
He thought I was insignificant and that I was reliant on him and had no other choices.
However, even clowns would get tired of their masks.
Since my marriage no longer had a place for me, I decided to leave.

At the bar, my cousin, Celeste Drey, said teasingly, "What a surprise! Our perfect housewife isn't at home tending to her king and her little prince!
"Did something happen?"
"Alright, stop gossiping."
I laughed and pushed her gently. "Remember to call me whenever you're doing anything fun."
Celeste scoffed. "Can you really bring yourself to leave home and abandon your husband and son, whom you treat like royalty?"
I couldn't blame Celeste for saying this. Ever since marrying Shane, I had gradually distanced myself from my former social circles.