But I couldn’t tell her that. I couldn’t tell my parents that all their years of unwavering love meant nothing in Daniel Carter’s eyes.
And among those worthless people was me…
That night, Daniel didn’t come home, and I didn’t return to the master bedroom.
I held my son, curled in his crib, and stayed awake until dawn.
At sunrise, I rose to prepare breakfast.
Daniel opened the door and walked in, his eyes scanning the room.
Not seeing our child, he sat down at the table.
He drummed his fingers and called out, “Shall we talk?”
My eyes flicked to the bright red stain on his collar, and I sat across from him.
He cleared his throat, pulled two documents from his bag, and shoved them toward me.
One was a divorce agreement. The other, a private settlement from yesterday.
“Since you saw everything, I won’t hide it anymore.”
“Her name is Natalie Brooks. We’ve known each other a while.”
“I wasn’t planning to divorce you, but she’s pregnant with my child, and the doctor said… her health isn’t fit for an abortion.”
Natalie Brooks?
My hand froze on the divorce papers. I stared at Daniel in shock.
I’d only heard that name at the police station two days ago.