Chapter 4

It felt like a sharp knife had been driven into my heart. He had gotten there so fast because he had already been at the hospital with her. Those tears weren't grief for my dead baby. The soup he carefully made had always been for her. What I got was only what she didn't want.

I wanted to scream and tell her that woman was standing right in front of her now, and she was not okay. But the woman before me looked innocent too. I turned my head and changed the subject. "You have such a good personality. You…