"Nope, back with Landon, temporarily at least. She used his address on one of the filings."
I almost spit out my coffee. "Wait, after everything?"
He laughed. "Apparently, he took her back."
Again, I sat there shaking my head. Man, some people never learn.
That night, I got a text from Billy. "She moved out. Packed in the middle of the night. Didn't even say goodbye. Mom's done with her. She's back with Landon for now, but it's chaos."
I typed back, "Not my problem anymore."
And it wasn't. By the time the next month rolled around, I barely thought about her. Until Billy sent one final update.
"Landon's been sleeping at his friend's place. She's calling him nonstop, saying he abandoned her again. She's talking about starting an OnlyFans now."
I stared at that text for a second, then just laughed quietly to myself.
"Not my problem anymore," I repeated out loud.
For the first time in months, I actually meant it. Life was calm again. Work was steady, the house stayed clean, and I could finally sit in silence without waiting for my phone to explode with chaos.
Then, on one random Tuesday night, it did anyway. My phone rang. Unknown number. I almost ignored it, but picked up out of habit.
"Patrick?" The voice sounded shaky.
"Who's this?"
"It's Landon."
That name alone made me grin. "Well, if it isn't the fiancé. What's up?"
He sounded desperate. "I need your help, please."
Now this I got to hear. "She won't leave," he blurted. "Minerva. She's been living here for 2 weeks and refuses to go. She's threatening to tell the cops I assaulted her if I try to make her leave."
I leaned back in my chair, trying not to laugh. "You're kidding."