His words slammed into me like a brick. He was talking about that rainy night—the night I fell. My mind scrambled to remember the details through the haze of hurt. It was the night I had slipped on the wet pavement, pain ripping through me as I clutched my stomach. Our two-month-old fetus was fragile, and I had lain there, drenched and freezing, waiting for Daniel. The fear of losing our baby was overwhelming. But he never came. Not for hours. If a kind stranger hadn’t found me and driven me to the hospital, our baby wouldn’t have made it.
Yet, to Daniel, my near-miscarriage had been nothing more than a "false alarm," overshadowed by Sophia’s sleepless night.
Sophia’s voice was soft, but her manipulation was razor-sharp. "After all, you and Amelia are married. It’s only right that you leave me for her. I can handle being left behind... it’s really fine."
She made herself out to be the victim, knowing exactly how to play Daniel’s heartstrings. I watched as he took her hand, his gaze full of the affection that used to be mine.
"Don’t say that, Sophia," he whispered, brushing her knuckles gently. "How could I ever leave you for anyone else?"
Anyone else.
Those two words pierced me like a knife, twisting deeper with every heartbeat. In Daniel’s eyes, I had become "someone else." Our ten years together, the life growing inside me—none of it mattered anymore.
Ever since Sophia had returned from abroad, Daniel had started pulling away, treating me like an outsider in our own marriage. At every prenatal checkup, he found some excuse to be with her instead. When she called in the middle of the night, he would leave, no questions asked. And as he appeared more and more in her social media posts, he was home less and less.
It wasn't long before my heartbreak turned to suspicion, and then to certainty. Sophia was proud of her conquest, sending me photos meant to taunt, not just with their content, but with what they implied. There was the kiss mark on her collarbone, the seductive nightgown hanging off her shoulders. And always, just barely in view, a shadowy figure—the unmistakable form of Daniel.
I tried to keep it together, but eventually, I couldn’t. I confronted him, my voice trembling with the weight of my fears. "Daniel, what’s going on between you two?!"