When I awoke, the nurse’s pitying eyes met mine.
My hand flew to my stomach—empty. The life inside me was gone. My body bore burns, my heart even deeper scars.
I asked the nurse to place the baby in a box for me to keep.
A notification pinged. Sarah had posted on Facebook.
A photo of Ryan kissing the faint scratch on her thigh, tears in his eyes.
Sarah pushed him away in disgust. “Gross!”
I felt nothing. Just calm.
Ryan called, his voice full of guilt.
“Honey, are you okay? I came looking for you, but couldn’t find you.”
“Sarah lost her husband. If I don’t save her, I’ll betray my brother.”
Excuses. Always the same.
“Tomorrow is Sarah’s birthday. You’ll come, right?”
My voice was cold. “No need to explain. I’ll be there—with a gift.”
After leaving the Hospital, I went straight to a Law Firm for divorce consultation.
On Sarah’s birthday, I carried the divorce papers straight to her party.
The entire Mansion was covered in roses, balloons filling the lawn.
Ryan had gone all out for Sarah’s birthday.
Before going in, I started a Live Stream, telling viewers that wishing the hostess a happy birthday would earn them free eggs and corn. Soon, the place was flooded with neighbors.