2026-07-07 03:57:25The slap came before he finished the word "Divorce".
Not a dramatic, telegraphed swing, just a sharp, efficient crack across his left cheek. Erin's rings caught the corner of his mouth. Derek's head turned with the impact. He didn't raise his hand. He didn't step back. He just stood there and let the sting settle into his face like one more thing to absorb tonight. Derek couldn't believe his eyes, he had to blink twice to realize that he wasn't dreaming and that she actually just slapped him across the face, his face blank and cheek red.
"Don't," Erin said. Her voice was ice. "Don't you dare."
He looked at her. A trace of warmth crept into his heart.
Maybe she still loved him deep down?
A sigh of relief escaped his lips but the warmth was soon snuffed out by the next thing she said as she opened her mouth
Her chest was rising and falling quickly, but her eyes were dry. Perfectly dry.
"You don't get to do this right now," she continued. "I have the Cambridge Ethics Forum in three weeks. I am the keynote speaker for a panel on modern family values. Do you have any idea what a divorce filing would do to that? To the coverage? To everything we've built?"
"Everything *you've* built, so in the end, it's all about you. Everything is about you. I don't think you ever cared about me and my feelings. It was all just image, media and business to you" Derek said quietly.
"Don't be petty. So your personal feelings are more important than my career at this crucial time? And the public responsibilities? You are a very selfish man, do you know that?"
What a fucking gaslighter. Derek thought, he almost started clapping for her theatrical clown of the year performance. His gaze hardened.
She smoothed the front of her dress with both hands, composing herself the way she always did efficiently, completely, like flipping a switch. "You've played this role for three years without complaint. I need you to play it for three more months. That's all. Once the forum is done, once this public cycle wraps, we can discuss whatever you want. But not now."
"You just told me our marriage was a transaction."
"I told you the *truth*. Most people spend their whole lives in transactions they refuse to name." She picked up her wine glass. "At least I'm being honest with you."
"You slapped me."
"You provoked me."
Derek almost laughed. He felt it rise in his chest and dissolve before it reached his face.
Then Erin's voice dropped to something quieter and deliberate, the tone she used when she wanted words to land like stones.
"Do you know what happens to this speech if you file for divorce right now? The sponsors pull out. Every single one. And when the sponsors go, the foundation's new assistance program goes with them." She paused. "I'm launching a long-term support project after the speech. For families like Lily's."
Derek went still.
William Hawk had been his closest friend in the department. They'd come up together, trained together, watched each other's backs on calls that could have gone either way. Three years ago, a roof collapse took William in the middle of a routine extraction. He'd left behind a wife and a child and a gap in Derek's life that had never fully closed.
Lily was raising their son alone. Derek knew how hard she was working. He knew what she needed.
"If the speech collapses," Erin continued, watching his face, "those families lose everything the foundation was going to provide. The media coverage, the donor network, the monthly support gone. Because you couldn't wait three months." Her voice was precise and cold. "Is your pride worth more than Lily's rent?"
Derek said nothing.
Erin straightened, her expression shifting into something close to composure. "Of course, the foundation also generates management fees, resources, and recognition for me and I deserve every bit of it. Without me, those families would never see a single camera. No one would even know their names." She looked at him without apology. "So yes. I benefit. And so do they. That's how it works."
Dick shifted on the couch and stood slowly.
"I should go," he said. "I don't want to be the reason for any of this."
He looked genuinely uncomfortable. Derek had the strange, detached thought that Dick might actually be the most honest person in the room.
Erin crossed to him immediately.
"You're not going anywhere," she said, her voice shifting back to warm. "This house is mine. If anyone's leaving, it's Derek." She glanced over her shoulder. "You can go stay somewhere else. A colleague's place. A hotel. I don't care."
She turned back to Dick, touching his arm briefly. "Dicky, I was going to make Wagyu tonight. The imported stuff. It'll be ready in twenty minutes."
Derek looked at the pan on the stove, then at Dick standing there in his pajamas, Erin’s hand resting comfortably on his arm.
He wanted to say something. But he just had no idea what was left to say. Every sentence that came to mind felt pointless. Too angry, too weak, or far too late.His lips parted, but no words came.Then a sudden wash of orange light flickered across the wall beside him.
Derek turned toward it almost instinctively.
The television had cut to breaking news. Aerial footage showed an entire mountainside engulfed in flames, the fire surging over the ridges beneath a sky blackened by smoke.
A red ticker crawled across the bottom of the screen:
MASSIVE WILDFIRE IN LOS VANGEES COUNTY. MULTIPLE COMMUNITIES UNDER EVACUATION ORDERS.
Derek’s attention sharpened.
This was not a house fire or a patch of burning brush. The entire horizon was on fire.
The anchor’s voice was barely audible, but he caught fragments.
“...multiple casualties reported... emergency services overwhelmed... mutual aid requested from neighboring counties...”
Behind him, Erin had already returned to the stove. Dick said something quietly, and she answered with a soft laugh.
Derek barely heard them.
His phone vibrated. A second later, it began to ring.
Vice Captain Brett Holland.
He answered on the second ring, his expression hardening at once.
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