I could only finish off the dinner alone and had all his stuff packed up and sent to his office.
Peter didn't come home that night.
But Josie posted on Instagram sometime at night—a photo of my fiancé dozing off by her hospital bed.
[So grateful for my perfect guy. First word from the baby’s gonna be 'Daddy'!]
As soon as I saw that outrageous post, I blocked her, logged out, and deleted the app.
The next day, I wrapped up the sale with the buyer, changed the locks, and officially left the city behind.
Three days later, Peter took Josie home from the hospital.
On the way, they passed by a flower vendor, and Peter stopped, buying a big bouquet of bright red roses.
Josie laughed. "How did you know I love roses?"
Peter took a step back, saying, "Uh, they're not for you."
The smile on Josie's face froze.
Peter seemed to remember something and chuckled softly.
"It's for Hailey. She's been so quiet these past few days. I thought I'd give her something nice."
But when he got home with the flowers, the key wouldn't turn in the lock.
Frowning, he called out, "Babe? Hailey?"
Before long, the door opened.
Peter smiled, but that faded fast.
A stranger peeked out, sizing him up, "Who are you?"
