His Other Woman, My Broken Heart

It was our third wedding anniversary, and I sat alone at a dinner table set for two, a positive pregnancy test clutched in my hand.

I' d imagined telling Ethan a thousand times, picturing his joy, the final piece of our life together clicking into place.

But then headlights swept across the living room window, and relief turned to ice as I watched him help Chloe, his college sweetheart and the ghost of our marriage, out of the passenger door.

I knew, in that single, shattering moment, that it was over.