He Called Her Sister, I Called It Quits

Synopsis

Ten years into our marriage, I ranked lower in Edward Grant's heart than a single strand of Vivian Rivers's hair. When Vivian got sick, Edward flew across half the country overnight to be with her. When she returned from abroad, he dropped a contract signing to pick her up at the airport. On our wedding anniversary, he celebrated her birthday. When I handed Edward the divorce papers, he frowned and said, "Stop it. Vivian's only my little sister." I transcended to the day before marrying Edward. In the hospital corridor, he was shielding Vivian behind him and said coldly to me, pregnant with his child, "Move. She's afraid of blood." This time, I smiled. I stepped aside and, right in front of him, dialed the OB-GYN. "Hello, I'd like to schedule an abortion for tomorrow." Since I was never going to warm Edward's heart, then this child, this marriage, I didn't want any of it.