His Wife, His Best Friend's Baby

The cemetery air was heavy, just like my heart, staring at Lily' s name, a scar etched in stone.

Then she arrived, Sophia, my wife, leaning into Mark, my best friend.

Her hand resting on the slight curve of her stomach twisted my gut.

"Lily, from heaven, will surely bless the baby in my womb with health and safety," she sneered, holding her belly.

My daughter was dead, and their child, a blessing.

I slid my wedding ring off, the symbol of a shattered lie, and let it fall onto the damp earth beside Lily' s grave.

I walked away without looking back, leaving everything behind.