He had actually gone to take wedding photos with Cynthia. That white gown pierced my eyes like fire.
With trembling fingers, I opened his WhatsApp. Javon had saved her name as “baby”…
Message after message, the deeper I read, the colder my heart became.
So every so-called business trip had been nothing but an excuse to be with Cynthia.
I had swallowed my anger countless times, hating how he never once went with me to the hospital.
So many times, when doctors asked where the baby’s father was, I could only force a smile and answer that he was busy.
Every time, he delayed endlessly before replying to my messages.
“I’m doing this to earn milk powder money for our baby. Checkups aren’t such a big deal. Even if I go, I can’t really help, and it’s just a waste of time. Things you can handle yourself, you should just do on your own.”
Yet with Cynthia, it was never the same. He stayed by her side, let her rest, protected her pregnancy, and walked with her through every prenatal checkup. No matter how busy his days became, he never missed one.
He said he longed for the day their baby would be born, that she and the child were the treasures of his life.