Our love never faded with time. During pregnancy, when my feet swelled, he massaged them himself every single night.
At a college reunion a month ago, his buddies teased him with laughter.
“Ryan, looks like you’ve really fallen hard.”
“But every ugly daughter-in-law eventually has to meet her in-laws. You two are already married—when will you take Emily Dawson to meet your mom?”
Standing at the door, eavesdropping, I couldn’t help but clutch the hem of my dress, my heart full of hope.
But Ryan didn’t answer. He only fixed his deep eyes on the man who had spoken.
That man immediately realized his mistake, panic flashing across his face as he stammered to change the subject.
“Ryan, it was my stupid mouth. Don’t be mad at me, okay?”
Another one of Ryan’s closest friends scolded him.
“Seriously, watch your tongue.”
“You know who Ryan is.”
“If he really loved Emily, would he have transplanted his and Lily Dawson’s embryo into her? Honestly, I can’t wait to see Emily’s reaction when she finds out the truth.”
Those words cut into me like knives, over and over.
In that moment, I couldn’t endure it any longer. I turned and fled.
Inside the private room, people had already noticed the commotion outside.