He had tagged me.
But the attached photo told another story—it was a bouquet of lilies, Claire’s favorite flower.
She always wore a lily-scented perfume, leaving that distinct fragrance wherever she went.
As for me? I was allergic to pollen.
In all our years together, not a single fresh flower had ever entered our home.
Now, that bouquet of lilies in the photo felt like a glaring insult.
A single Instagram post, simultaneously flattering his wife and his mistress.
Ha! Dereck truly mastered the art of hitting two birds with one stone.
The post quickly garnered over ten thousand likes.
[Can’t wait to see the adorable baby! Dereck is definitely going to be a super dad!]
[What a winner in life—career success and now a baby on the way. Congratulations!]
The comments section was filled with well-wishes, yet I felt as if I had been plunged into an icy abyss.
We had been together for three years and married for ten.
In the first few years of marriage, we were inseparable, sharing tender affection night after night.
But for some reason, we never had a child. I never once considered that the issue might be with Dereck.