‘Why is this happening to me?’ She wanted to scream out aloud and cry, throwing a tantrum at her soon to be ex-husband, feeling her heart breaking bit by bit in slow motion, but all she did was cry.
Maybe she should tell him that she loves him? But that would mean humiliating herself since he was marrying her ex-best friend.
Frustration coursed through her as she got up from her place and looked at the gown he got for her. This might be the last thing he gifted her and the last night he’d be with her, distant but would be there for her nevertheless.
Wanting to cherish the last moments, she wiped her tears and looked at the tummy through the mirror, a bitter smile formed on her face.
She is getting a baby but she can’t have the baby's daddy, as much as that sucks. She turned to the bed to admire the gown when there was a knock on the door, forcing her to turn away from the gown.