My Postpartum, His Wedding

Synopsis

It had been nine months since Edward and I divorced. Out of the blue, he called me, his voice light and casual. "I'm getting married next Wednesday. Are you coming?" I glanced at my newborn daughter in my arms and replied coolly, "No. I just had a baby. I'm taking it easy right now." There was a long silence on the other end, at least ten seconds. I thought he'd hung up. But ten minutes later, he stormed into the hospital room with a fruit basket, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the baby. "Nine months? When did you get pregnant?" His voice sounded different, almost shaky.