The card meant to tell Ethan we were having a baby stayed hidden in my drawer when I came home from the hospital without one. My name had been crossed off the invitations and replaced with my sister’s. On their wedding day, his sister called from reception and told me not to miss what happened next.
I was still holding my hospital discharge papers when Ethan called.
“Where are you?” he demanded.
“On my way home.”
“Then hurry. We need to talk.”
He hung up before I could ask what was wrong.
***
Three hours earlier, a doctor had told me I’d lost the pregnancy. In three weeks, I was supposed to marry Ethan and give him a card announcing our baby.
We’re having a baby! 💝🎀
It was tucked inside an envelope in my desk drawer.
I’d lost the pregnancy.
Now I had to tell him something else.
I wanted to do it in person.
When I opened our front door, I found my parents sitting in the living room.
My mother had a cup of coffee.
Dad stood beside the fireplace with his arms folded.
And my younger sister, Ashley, was sitting on Ethan’s lap.
His hand rested around her waist.
I looked at them.
“What is this?”
Ashley smiled.
“Ethan and I are getting married.”
I waited for somebody to explain.
Nobody did.
“He never loved you,” Ashley added. “So don’t humiliate yourself by making a scene.”
Ethan looked toward the window.
“Is that true?” I asked him.
“He never loved you.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“Daniella, things have been complicated.”
“How long?”
Ashley answered for him.
“Long enough.”
My mother slid my wedding binder across the coffee table.
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