"Wife, something came up at work. I have to handle it. I won’t be able to have lunch with you."
I nodded, watching as my parents followed him out the door.
And just like that, I was left alone in this house.
Just as I was about to step out, a friend request popped up on my phone.
[Azalea, you heard everything at the hospital yesterday, didn’t you?]
It was Scarlett.
[Your husband and I have a son.]
[Even your biological parents, when they heard from the doctor that your injuries had left you unable to bear children, immediately chose me instead. They told Elijah to be with me, to have a child with me.]
[We’re the real couple. You? You’re nothing but a joke.]
[They even helped me start a company. The grand opening is in five days. I guess they didn’t bother telling you that either, right?]
[I regret not running you over sooner. Then all of this would’ve been mine from the start.]
…
Each word sliced through me like a blade, cutting deep, leaving nothing but raw, open wounds.
So, this was why my parents had cast me aside.
This was why Elijah had stayed by her side so willingly.
Fingers trembling, I took screenshots of the messages and turned to the nightstand, retrieving my marriage certificate.