I started planning our breakup. I no longer needed the wedding house. But when I called the agent to sell it, he told me the deed had already been changed to someone else’s name.
I opened Althea’s IG Story.
There it was—a photo of my living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows, the bunny stuffed animal, the couple’s ornaments, every single one chosen by me.
Caption: This is my boy’s compensation to his mama. Not bad. I’m satisfied. I’ll forgive him just this once.
And beneath it, Evander’s reply: As long as you like it. Tonight, let’s warm up the house. Everyone’s invited.
A housewarming? How could there be one? There were no gifts.
So, I prepared one.
I went back to the hospital, retrieved the unborn embryo, and placed it inside a velvet-lined gift box.
I hired people to hang banners up and down the building: “Congratulations on the Housewarming!” “Best Wishes for Eternal Happiness!”
A neighbor asked me, “Girl, is there a happy event in your family?”
I smiled and nodded. “Yes, Auntie. My husband gave his wedding house to another woman, and I’m helping them celebrate.”
Her husband’s eyes lit up. He elbowed her and said, “See? Other wives aren’t so petty. Learn from her!”