"Now he and I are legally married, and you still think he's going to walk down the aisle with you? That's hilarious. Stop dreaming that he'll divorce me in two years and come running back, because..."
She placed one hand lightly over her flat stomach, leaned close to my ear, and smiled with pure venom:
"The baby I'm carrying is his."
The room tilted around me.
I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached, forcing back the tears that burned behind my eyes.
So he really had betrayed me, and still had the nerve to string me along for two more years.
Her smile twisted darker:
"Valentine's Day. You waited up for him all night, didn't you? He spent every single hour of it with me in a hotel room, making this baby."
That Valentine's night, I'd waited until the food went cold and the candles burned down to nothing.
I called Stewart ninety-nine times. He didn't pick up once.
The next morning he came home full of apologies, saying he'd been entertaining an important client all night.
I hadn't doubted him for a second, especially after he told me he'd already started planning our wedding. The joy of it washed away every question I might have asked.