Not me and certainly not our child. We were merely sacrifices in this failed gamble of love. Sadly, I realized this too late and the price I paid was too high.
I lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. After a long pause, my best friend gently nudged my arm. She held her phone up to me, her face full of undisguised disgust.
I glanced at the screen. In the video, the hospital bed, which was as white as mine, was filled with desserts and snacks that girls like. In the corner, a familiar pair of hands without wedding ring were carefully holding a thermal lunch box.
In the bottom-right corner, it was marked 'Someone you might know.'
The caption read, "What's it like to have a childhood friend who's a doctor? It's like being in the hospital is a blessing." It was clear who had posted the video.
I remembered the few times I mentioned wanting snacks in the past, only to be scolded harshly by Jacob, who called them junk food and said I was childish.
A wave of nausea rose in my throat and I covered my mouth, my eyes red with suppressed anger.
My best friend scrolled through the user's page, which was full of videos documenting sweet moments with her childhood friend.