I thought about stopping by the house I'd bought in the good school district for our future baby. I had envisioned a bright future with Cedric—a house filled with love, laughter, and family. I had picked the best place and decorated it with care, dreaming of our child's arrival.
But that dream felt so distant now. I ran my hand over my stomach, feeling the flatness. The baby would never come.
When I reached the house, I punched in the code, but the door wouldn't budge. Confused, I knocked harder, wondering if Cedric had rented it out.
No answer.
Frustrated, I pulled up the security camera feed on my phone.
What I saw made my breath catch in my throat.
Cedric and Anya were in the master bedroom, tangled up together, completely naked, kissing like they were the only two people in the world. Even though I had already decided to leave, seeing that so openly—it felt like a knife twisting in my chest.
The furniture, the décor—I had picked out every detail with love for a child that was never meant to be! And now, it was being used for their affair!
I felt hollow like the life had drained out of me. My vision blurred, and just then, the door swung open.