The words hit me so hard I had to grab a chair to steady myself.
I smiled—but inside, everything collapsed.
She didn’t know I couldn’t have children.
Which meant only one thing.
If she was pregnant… it wasn’t mine.
Still, I played along.
“That’s amazing,” I said. “We should celebrate.”
She hugged me, laughing. And I held her like nothing was wrong.
But something didn’t add up.
Ten weeks.
Because exactly ten weeks earlier… we had fallen apart.
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