It was from a CCTV camera.
In the video, my "caring" husband was locked in a passionate kiss with Vienna.
"Darien, now that you’re divorced, when are we getting married? I don’t want my child to be born illegitimate."
"I finally shook her off. Tricked her into a fake divorce so she’d go out and earn money for us. Now she’s pregnant? What good is she anymore? A nanny with a broken leg can’t earn a cent. She’s a burden. Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of the baby."
Every word sliced through my heart like a blade.
So that was all I had ever been to them—a means to an end. A money machine.
I did not hesitate. I booked a one-way ticket. Three days from now, I would vanish from their lives for good.
If this were how it ended, then I would walk away with dignity.
***
When I turned off my phone, I could not stop trembling. The hospital room was warm, but I felt cold to the bone.
Ten years of love. One child I had longed for. And Darien—he could throw it all away for another woman. He could ask me to die for their future without so much as a flinch.
I placed a hand gently over my belly, tears blurring my vision.
My poor baby… I’m so sorry. He doesn’t deserve to be your father.