Vera's radiant face filled the screen.
"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez! I'm so sorry, I've been swamped since getting back. Haven't had a chance to come visit you yet."
"Ferdinand had a little too much to drink, but don't worry, I'll take good care of him."
Doris and Keith huddled together over the phone, their faces breaking into wide, delighted smiles.
"As long as he's with you, we've got nothing to worry about."
"Next time you're free, have Ferdinand bring you over. I'll make your favorite pecan-crusted salmon, dear."
I was Ferdinand's wife. Not her.
Yet here were my in-laws, right in front of me, playing matchmaker between my husband and another woman.
Nausea clawed up my throat. I walked into the bedroom and slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame.
Before I fell asleep, the internet exploded.
#Golden Voice anchor Ferdinand Sanchez and Vera Summers leave together — rekindled romance?#
The photos showed two silhouettes behind a curtain, locked in a tight embrace.
Tears soaked my pillowcase.
I rested my hand on my stomach, tracing slow circles.
Baby, what is Mommy supposed to do?
Whatever love I'd had for Ferdinand was dead. The only thing keeping me awake was the child growing inside me.