Instead, Louise had messaged him, claiming she was pregnant. She demanded a legitimate status, threatening that otherwise, she'd jump and take both lives with her, completely ruining his reputation.
I had said nothing, merely testing him. In the end, Troy still chose to leave. He didn't return all night.
I didn't harbor any hope either. I packed my things, leaving behind what needed to stay along with a note, placing it prominently on the coffee table in the living room. Then, I boarded a plane and left this city.
When Troy returned after handling everything, he even adjusted his expression beforehand. But upon opening the door, all he found was an empty, cold house.
"Felicia? Felicia!" He searched several times but couldn't find me.
Then he turned and noticed the items on the coffee table. A transparent glass jar held a small, nearly formed embryo. The note read:
[Troy, by the time you read this letter, I'll have already left Houston. Don't bother looking for me.]
[Your child is gone and I've signed the divorce papers. Lastly, I wish you and Louise a long and happy life together.]
[Farewell forever.]
Troy froze, his entire body rigid, his face ashen.
