When the driver stopped, hidden by the trees, I slipped out and watched from a distance. Derrick stepped out of his car, his face lighting up as Samantha emerged from the shadows. I felt my chest tighten as I saw him reach for her belly, his hand caressing the life growing within her. It was a tenderness that should have been mine.
I raised my phone, recording every moment of their meeting.
My child kicked within me, as if sensing my turmoil, urging me to protect the future we still had. Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wasn’t here to mourn—I was here to collect every last shred of proof.
In the distance, Derrick laughed, drawing Samantha close, his mouth moving in words that used to be mine.
What matters is I had all the evidence I needed now. I would expose him, reclaim my honor, and defend my child’s future.
As Derrick led Samantha back to her car, I clenched my fists. This wasn’t the end. It was the beginning.
Lowering my phone, I took a steadying breath, my heart filled with a newfound purpose. I would make Derrick answer for his betrayal, and I would ensure my child would never feel the sting of his father’s treachery.