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I never knew it was possible to feel so disgusted by someone that it could make your physically sick.
Doubling over, I barely made it to the trash can before I started vomiting uncontrollably.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sofia and Evan walking in my direction, laughing as they talked. Panicked, I ducked behind the trash can, crouching low to avoid being seen.
“I don’t know how you’re so sure it’s a boy,” Sofia said in a playful, teasing tone. “What if it’s a girl?”
Evan chuckled softly. “Then I’ll love her too. A little girl who’s sweet, gentle, and as beautiful as her mom? I’d be the luckiest man alive.”
Sofia giggled, her laugh high–pitched and flirtatious. “You’re such a charmer. But… I’m scared, Evan. What if, once her baby is born, you don’t have time for me and our little one
anymore?”
Evan’s voice was calm, reassuring. “Don’t worry. I’ve already thought it all through.. Tomorrow, Mason will help you move to the house in Seaside.
for
“From now on, I’ll tell her I’m traveling work. That’ll give me at least two weeks every month to be with you.”
Sofia squealed with excitement, and the two of them climbed into his car, laughing and chatting like they didn’t have a care in the world.
I stayed crouched behind the trash can long after they left, trembling as tears blurred my
vision.
The crumpled ultrasound report I’d been clutching in my hand was now a mess of smudged ink and torn paper. I stared at it, suddenly thankful that I’d decided to come to the hospital alone today–thinking I’d been “saving Evan the trouble” because of how hard he’d been working recently.
If I hadn’t… I would’ve never seen this with my own eyes. I would’ve kept living like an idiot, oblivious to the betrayal right in front of me.
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But Evan… if you love her so much, why did you beg me to stay? Why didn’t you just
divorce me?
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I didn’t get home until late that night.
By then, Evan had called me dozens of times but I ignored every single one.
The moment I walked through the door, he rushed over and pulled me into a tight hug, his face full of worry.
“Hannah! Where were you? I’ve been going crazy looking for you!”
“I went to the hospital,” I said flatly.
Evan froze, his expression shifting to one of nervousness. He glanced at me, choosing his words carefully. “What time did you go? Which hospital? Why didn’t you call me?”
“The General Hospital,” I replied, “You’ve been so busy lately, I didn’t want to bother you.”
He visibly relaxed, letting out a small sigh of relief. They’d gone to the women’s health clinic.
“How did it go? What did the doctor say?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. “You… don’t look too good. Is everything okay?”
I hesitated for a moment, then said, “The doctor said… there’s a chance I might lose the baby.”
I watched his face closely as I spoke, searching for any trace of genuine emotion.
Evan looked surprised but not devastated. He quickly pulled me into his arms and whispered, “It’s okay, baby. You’re the only one that matters to me.”
His words made me feel like my heart was being ripped apart. I wanted to scream, to slap him, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain I was feeling..
It was clear he didn’t care about this baby at all. Why would he, when he already had another child on the way–one he was excited for, one he actually wanted?
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I couldn’t keep up the act any longer. Pushing him away, I muttered something about being tired and locked myself in the bedroom.
Later that evening, Evan knocked on the door calling me out for dinner.
I couldn’t stand to see his face, so I pretended to be asleep.
Not long after, I heard him step out of the room. A few minutes later, his phone rang, and he quickly left the house.
The second the door closed, I got up, grabbed my keys, and followed him.
I tailed him to a flower shop, where he bought a bouquet of roses. Then he stopped by a. mall to pick up a designer handbag, followed by a bakery where he grabbed a box of
desserts.
Finally, he drove to his destination–our home.
Our marital home.
I gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My chest felt tight,
my stomach churned, and I thought I was going to be sick again.
Never in my worst nightmares did I imagine he would let her live in the house we built
together.
This wasn’t just any house. It was the first home we ever shared. The one I bought with the money I earned from selling my parents‘ old home and working endless nights on freelance projects.
I’d gifted it to him as a wedding present–a symbol of our love, a foundation for our
future.
Even after he became successful–after he bought bigger, fancier properties–this house remained untouched. He always said it was special, a testament to our love and the
sacrifices we’d made for each other.
And now, he’d brought her here. The woman carrying his child. He let her trample over
everything that house represented. Over me.
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That night, I didn’t go inside.
I sat in my car, parked in front of the house, and watched. Watched as the lights turned on and off. As they laughed and moved around inside. As they made themselves at home.
It felt like I was punishing myself for being so blind, for believing in him for so long.
I told myself that by staying here, facing this brutal reality, I could finally break free.
The next morning, just as the sun was rising, Evan stepped out of the house looking refreshed and happy.
Sofia was right behind him, practically glowing as she followed him to his car.
She stood on her tiptoes to adjust his tie, her voice soft and affectionate as she spoke to him. He leaned forward slightly, smiling at her, his hands free so he could type a message on his phone.
A moment later, my phone buzzed.
I picked it up and saw his text:
*“There’s an issue with a big contract at work. I’ve been tied up all night and probably won’t be home until late.
Take care of yourself and make sure you eat. Love you, babe.“*
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That nauseating feeling surged up again, and no matter how hard I tried to suppress it, I couldn’t stop myself from throwing up.
This man… he was disgusting. So disgusting.
After Evan drove off, Sofia hummed a cheerful tune as she walked upstairs.
I stayed in the car for a while, trying to steady myself. My face was pale, but I forced some color back with a swipe of lipstick before stepping out.
I walked up to the door and knocked.
Sofia answered with a smile, muttering playfully, “What, did you forget something agai-” Her words trailed off the moment she saw me.
Her smile didn’t falter, though. In fact, it widened, filled with mockery and malice. She looked me up and down, completely unbothered, and said in a sweet yet venomous tone:
“Well, well, it’s you. I guess you found your way here. Why don’t you come in and take a
look around?”
She stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter, as if she were the rightful lady of the house.
That smug, self–assured look on her face–it was as if I were the other woman here, nothing more than an unwelcome intruder.
My chest tightened, my breathing grew uneven, but my heart… it felt dead. Hollow.
I walked inside, numb, stepping into what I once believed was the happiest place in the
world for Evan and me.
And yet, everywhere I looked, there were reminders of them.
Matching slippers by the door. Coordinated pajamas draped over the bedroom chair. A pair of toothbrushes on the bathroom counter, arranged in a way that formed a heart.
It was all so domestic. So intimate.
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Sofia didn’t bother following me. She didn’t need to. She stayed by the fresh bouquet of flowers Evan had given her, lazily arranging them as she sneered over her shoulder.
“Why put yourself through this?” she said, her voice dripping with contempt. “The moment you decided to forgive him, you should’ve known. To Evan, you’re just a woman
with no boundaries.
“In his mind, as long as he doesn’t divorce you, you’ll keep forgiving him. You’ll keep tolerating him.
“Go ahead, confront him. He’ll just apologize, spin some pretty lie, and make you believe he’s sorry. And you? You’ll forgive him again. Because you don’t have a choice.
“I mean, look at you. At your age, where else are you going to find a husband as rich as
him?
“You think you’re better than me, but the truth is, we’re the same.”
The same? Her words felt like poison in my veins. I wanted to scream. I wanted to rip that smug expression off her face.
I thought about Evan and me, about everything we’d been through. We met when we were young–too young. For him, I sacrificed my career, worked endless hours, and supported
him while he built his business from nothing. Sure, he made it big, but he couldn’t have
done it without me.
And this woman… she had the audacity to claim we were the same?
But the confidence in her voice–it was unshakable. And deep down, I knew why.
She believed it because Evan had told her so.
In that moment, something in me clicked. I realized I’d been wrong all along.
I forgave him because I loved him. Because I thought he loved me, too.
But to him, my forgiveness wasn’t about love. It was about convenience.
This man, this relationship we’d built over more than a decade–it had all rotted into
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something vile and toxic.
Without another word, I walked past Sofia, ignoring the venom in her gaze, and entered the living room.
That’s when I saw it.
Hanging on the wall was a massive photo. A wedding portrait.
In the picture, Sofia wore a diamond–studded wedding gown, her hand resting delicately on Evan’s chest as he held her close. The two of them stood against the backdrop of
Santorini’s iconic blue and white cliffs.
The image practically screamed luxury and extravagance.
I thought I was numb, thought I couldn’t feel anything anymore. But the sight of that
photo hit me like a dagger to the chest.
Once, that wall had held our wedding photo.
Ours was nothing like this one. We couldn’t afford anything extravagant back then. We didn’t even hire a photographer.
Our photo had been taken on a beach, using a cheap tripod and a timer. I wore a simple
white dress and a borrowed veil.
It wasn’t fancy, but it was ours. It was real.
Now, it was gone. Replaced by this.
I forced myself to stay calm. My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and snapped a
picture of the portrait.
For the first time in a long time, my mind felt clear.
Rotten things belonged in the trash.
Evan and Sofia had been living together long enough to establish what was essentially a common–law marriage. I had all the evidence I needed.
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I’d take this to a lawyer. Make sure neither of them got away with anything.
Sofia noticed me taking the photo. Her smugness cracked for a moment, replaced by panic. She lunged forward, one hand protectively cradling her belly, the other reaching for my phone.
I stepped aside, but as I moved, she shoved me hard, sending me crashing into the
coffee table.
Pain exploded through my body as I hit the corner of the table. Almost immediately, I felt a warm, wet sensation between my legs. Blood
Sofia’s expression shifted, her eyes flashing with something dark and twisted.
I collapsed to the floor, clutching my stomach as waves of pain radiated through me. My hand fumbled for my phone, desperate to call for help.
Even if Evan didn’t want this baby, it was still mine. I couldn’t lose it. I wouldn’t.
Sofia laughed cruelly, her voice filled with malice. As I reached for my phone, she stomped on my hand, grinding her heel into my fingers.
The pain was excruciating. I screamed, tears streaming down my face.
And then I heard it–a soft beep, followed by the sound of the front door unlocking.
Someone was coming in.
I looked up, dazed and barely conscious, and saw Evan standing in the doorway.
He was back.
