On the day my husband divorced his first love, I aborted his child.

Liam married me in a fit of pique with his ex-girlfriend.

Five years into our marriage, they unexpectedly ran into each other at a college reunion.

They embraced, a long, lingering hug, overflowing with a passion that had never truly faded.

Seeing them, everyone started whispering, saying I was nothing more than their pitiable backup.

I didn't get mad at the gossip. I just smiled, calmly covering up their awkwardness.

But then, when I accidentally got pregnant, I made a silent, solitary decision to get rid of the baby without telling him.