After Daniel Reed left, I took the signed divorce papers to the law firm to file for dissolution of the marriage.
The only things I hadn’t packed yet were my daughter’s belongings. As I sorted through them, memories of my little girl came flooding back. Holding her favorite stuffed bunny, I broke down in tears.
Suddenly, voices drifted in from outside—Daniel had returned, and with him was Sophie Lane.
“Daniel, don’t you think my complexion looks much better?” she cooed, one hand resting on her belly, her voice thick with syrup. “The doctor says it’s all thanks to your careful care. Otherwise, the baby and I would have suffered. Not like some people… can’t even keep a proper delivery suite because their body’s too weak.”
When I stepped out, Daniel said casually, “Sophie’s pregnant and picky about food. She’ll be staying here to rest for a while—you’ll be in charge of cooking all her meals.”
Before I could protest, Daniel turned away to answer a call.