It was okay.Because soon,we’d be free of him.
Just me and the baby.And we’d be just fine.
The baby kicked,like he could hear me.Like he understood.
I wrapped my arms around my belly and held it close.
I stayed that way for a long time,until I could finally breathe again.
After Delaney moved in,Beckett practically glued himself to her side.
And me?I stopped expecting anything from him the moment I saw the truth.
One night,as I walked downstairs to get some water,I heard her voice through the slightly open door of the guest room.
“Beckett,”she cooed,“I heard that Saint Christopher medal from your family works really well.The baby’s been keeping me up at night...could I borrow it for a while?”
The medal wasn’t just a piece of jewelry—it was a Shaw Family heirloom.A symbol that whoever wore it was the rightful Mrs.Shaw.Beckett had given it to me on our wedding day,clasped it around my neck himself.He said it would be mine forever—because there would never be another Mrs.Shaw.
His voice pulled me out of the memory.
Through the gap in the door,I saw him press a gentle kiss to her cheek and smile.“Of course.I’ll ask her for it.You can wear it as long as you want—at least until the baby’s born.”