Jane. It always came back to her. From the beginning, Louis had been obsessed with her. She wasn’t just his god-sister; she was his ideal woman. Every time she entered a room, his gaze would shift, his posture would change, and I would fade into the background.
I remembered our wedding day, the way his eyes had drifted to Jane as she stood there in her perfect dress, smiling that perfect smile. He looked at her as though she were the sun, and I was nothing more than a shadow. I had convinced myself it was just my imagination back then. But now, after three years of watching him choose her over me, I knew it wasn’t.
Every holiday, every celebration—Jane was always there, and Louis’ attention was always on her. He spent more time with her than he ever did with me. And now, she was pregnant. Who knows if it was really Jane’s boyfriend that got her pregnant or maybe it was my husband.
A single tear rolled down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away. I didn’t want to cry anymore. I didn’t want to feel weak. I had to make a decision, for myself and for my child. I had to stop pretending that things would ever get better.