My Marriage Ended, But My Happiness BeganChapter 1

I accidentally fell down the stairs, and my husband was out to bring a cake to the woman he first loved before me. She was craving for one made by him, and just like that, he drove over 300 miles, crossing state lines.

Later, she posted a picture of it on Instagram—a fancy Black Forest cake, with my husband's hand visible at the edge of the photo. I read the caption.

Anya Winters: [Thanks for making the trip just for me. Made me feel like we're always close to each other, even though we're miles apart.]

I let out a bitter laugh and rested my hand on my still-flat belly. This pregnancy had to end, so I booked an appointment. Besides, there was no point in keeping my marriage alive.

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"Mrs. Donovan, you took a bad fall, but the baby's fine. Are you sure you want to go through with the procedure?" the doctor asked.

I nodded, too drained to explain.