Chapter 3

I cleared out the old belongings in the house, throwing all the unimportant items into the trash.

That night, Ronnie finally came home.

In the end, the divorce papers I’d drafted weren’t needed.

Ronnie beat me to it, handing me his own divorce papers first.

“Honey, Briar feels insecure. She doesn’t want our child to be born a bastard.”

“Let’s get divorced first, then after she gives birth, we’ll remarry.”

No wonder. An hour ago, Briar had texted me, telling me to expect a surprise.

She was trying to provoke me, to make me fight with Ronnie again.

Unfortunately, I…