When everyone raised their glasses to toast the company’s success, I picked up my wine glass. He hated it when I drank. I hadn’t touched
alcohol since we’d gotten together.
Now, I could finally be myself again.
As I finished my third glass, Mark’s face darkened. He marched over, snatched the glass from my hand, and smashed it on the floor. “Wendy! Are you insane? You’re pregnant! You shouldn’t be drinking! You don’t deserve to be a mother!”
<
Silence descended on the room. Everyone
stared at Mark. Something shifted in their
gazes.
I froze for a second, a laugh catching in my throat. It was almost expected. So many people had seen Sarah knock me down, causing the miscarriage. If Mark cared even’a little, he’d have known by now.
The glass shattered, echoing the shattering of our relationship. I scoffed. “Mark, the baby’s gone.”
His face darkened. “Don’t joke about that. If you’re mad at me, fine, but don’t bring the baby into it.”
We faced off, the room silent. Then, a young
woman spoke hesitantly. “Mr. Davis, it’s true.
We took Wendy to the hospital. I called you, but you didn’t answer.”
“Yeah, Mark. Wendy… she had to sign the
く
surgery consent forms herself.”
The silence deepened. No one was stupid
enough to contradict the CEO and risk their job.
But Mark’s behavior was so outrageous, even they couldn’t ignore it.
People started making excuses to leave, until it was just Mark and me. His face went white, then red. He struggled to speak. “When? Was it… was it really at the wedding?”
I looked at him, a mix of disappointment and rage. I still remembered the day I told him he was going to be a father. He’d spun me around, laughing like a kid. He said it was the happiest moment of his life. We’d planned names,
dreamt of the future. Then Sarah appeared, and it all came crashing down.
I never imagined she’d be the death of our
marriage, and of our child.
<
“You think I didn’t try to reach you?” I wiped
away tears, backing him against the wall. He
couldn’t meet my gaze. The hundreds of
unanswered calls on my phone were a glaring
accusation.
He paled. “Wendy, let me explain. It’s not what
you think…”
