Sunlight and Solace

One month before my wedding, a text from an unknown number shattered my perfect world.

It was a photo: Chloe' s hand, unmistakably, holding a positive pregnancy test, with a single, chilling line of text: "Congrats on being a dad. Or, stepdad, I guess. - Jake."

My fiancée, Chloe, didn't deny it. She laughed, casually admitting she only agreed to marry me to make her ex-boyfriend, Jake, jealous. Every memory, every tender moment, twisted into a cruel performance.

I stood there, surrounded by wedding invitations, realization dawning: I wasn' t a partner; I was a prop in her twisted game…