I opened my mouth to explain, but Daniel slapped me across the face before I could speak.
“Don’t you dare say my name,” he seethed, “you don’t deserve to.”
Then, without hesitation, he pulled off his wedding ring and threw it at my feet.
“We’re getting a divorce.”
Daniel’s cold, unfeeling rejection pierced my heart. His slap wasn’t just physical—it shattered the last remnants of my hope. I stood there, numb, as the world seemed to collapse.
Edward, basking in my misery, sneered. “So, Sophie, how does it feel to be utterly ruined? You, with your insatiable greed and filthy ways, don’t deserve anyone’s love. You certainly didn’t deserve the kindness my wife gave you. Thankfully, I saw through you early on. Having anything to do with you was the biggest mistake of my life.”
Edward’s words were like nails in my coffin, driving me further into the ground. The crowd, the streamers, the world all turned on me, showering me with hate. I was finally breaking down when Edward’s phone rang. The name on the screen flashed: Claire Sullivan.
He answered immediately. The moment the call connected, a sobbing filled the air.
“Honey... I... I lost the baby.”