The Red Dress That Wasn't Mine

Synopsis

On our wedding anniversary, James Carter returned from a business trip in the South, carrying an exquisite paper box. He handed it to me, saying it was a gift. I was thrilled, thinking it was the imported strawberry cake I'd been craving for ages. But the smile froze on my face, fading inch by inch the moment I lifted the lid. Inside the box lay a bright red silk camisole dress. It was as thin as gossamer, light enough to slip through my fingers, its color so vivid it burned my eyes. The style was bold and provocative, one that made even my cheeks flush just looking at it, especially with a three-month-old baby growing in my belly. He must have forgotten I couldn't wear something so revealing. Or maybe, he'd never even intended it for me in the first place.