Sophia’s voice was soft, but her manipulation was razor-sharp. "After all, you and Amelia are married. It’s only right that you leave me for her. I can handle being left behind... it’s really fine."
She made herself out to be the victim, knowing exactly how to play Daniel’s heartstrings. I watched as he took her hand, his gaze full of the affection that used to be mine.
"Don’t say that, Sophia," he whispered, brushing her knuckles gently. "How could I ever leave you for anyone else?"
Anyone else.
Those two words pierced me like a knife, twisting deeper with every heartbeat. In Daniel’s eyes, I had become "someone else." Our ten years together, the life growing inside me—none of it mattered anymore.
Ever since Sophia had returned from abroad, Daniel had started pulling away, treating me like an outsider in our own marriage. At every prenatal checkup, he found some excuse to be with her instead. When she called in the middle of the night, he would leave, no questions asked. And as he appeared more and more in her social media posts, he was home less and less.