My Husband’s Affair Made Me End Our Miracle Baby

Synopsis

The red-eye from Seattle touched down at JFK three hours early, a small victory in a week of conference rooms and strategic planning sessions. I stretched my legs in the cramped cabin, already calculating how to maximize the unexpected gift of time. My phone buzzed with work emails, but I silenced it and opened Instagram instead. Through the small oval window, Manhattan's lights shimmered like scattered diamonds against the night sky. I took a quick photo and posted it with a caption that felt like a promise: 'Home before midnight for once.' The cab ride through Queens was a blur of highway lights and late-night radio. I didn't text Cristian. For once, I wanted to surprise him—to walk through our door and find him reading by lamplight, or maybe asleep on the couch with his glasses still on. Ten years of marriage, and I still loved that moment of return, that quiet reclamation of home. Our apartment building lobby was quiet at this hour, the security guard nodding at me with familiar recognition. I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the fifteenth floor, watching the numbers climb.