As soon as the words left my mouth, Sanz jumped up from his seat, his knuckles turning white from the tension. He didn’t ask why I hadn’t confronted him earlier. Not a single question.
He froze, his smile faltering as he processed my words.
Last night, I called him multiple times, desperate to reach him, but he never picked up. He had claimed he was busy with work, too swamped to talk. Yet I had seen the truth – on social media, no less. Sanz had rushed to a private hospital to accompany Cassandra for her prenatal check-up.
Cassandra had posted the news proudly, though she had made sure the post was visible only to me. The picture showed Sanz resting his head on her belly, listening to the baby’s heartbeat for the first time. She had written: “My dear husband just heard the baby’s heartbeat~ From now on, both of you will spoil me together.”
Even though his face wasn’t fully visible in the picture, his tall frame and distinct profile were unmistakable. Classmates even commented, asking if it was her husband in the photo, saying how perfect they looked together. And some, recognizing Sanz, had messaged me to ask if everything was okay.