No one was arguing.

Because the decisions had already been made.

My life.
My marriage.
My home.

Everything had been divided… as if I didn’t exist.

I looked at each of them.

At Adrian—who couldn’t even meet my eyes.

At my mother-in-law—with her carefully staged concern.

At the pregnant woman—stroking her belly like victory already belonged to her.

And then…

I continue reading …