Even now, his friends still didn’t know he was married. And they certainly didn’t know that he was married to me. Meanwhile, they all knew about Chindy—the woman who had once been his golden girl in college, his supposed ‘best friend.’
My phone buzzed with more messages, the screen lighting up in my clenched hand.
I stared at it, my vision blurred with unshed tears. My heart ached, but I couldn’t bring myself to cry. I had no idea how to process the pain, how to unleash the rage simmering inside me.
For a fleeting moment, I hoped—hoped that Ferry would step in, deny everything, call it a misunderstanding. But he didn’t. His friends laughed and cheered, tagging him relentlessly. Still, he remained silent.
Then, finally, Chindy sent one last message.
[Thanks again, everyone. Consider this a small meeting gift for the baby.]
[Once the baby is born, we’ll all get together to celebrate.]
"The baby will be born, and then we’ll invite the brothers to come out and celebrate," she said.
Their decision was made. They were keeping the child.