"I will never divorce you. The only way this marriage ends is if one of us dies!"
"Doris, just focus on recovering and the baby. I'll come see you in a few days."
I didn't ask him to stay. I just watched him leave, my face blank.
When I finally dragged myself to the funeral home to arrange Mom's burial, I couldn't even claim her body.
It was almost funny. Five years as Mrs. Gilbert, and I couldn't scrape together five hundred dollars for cremation.
I turned to leave the hospital and ran straight into Eve.
She smiled at me, eyes glittering with mockery.
"Well, well, the old hag. I hear you're pregnant? What a coincidence—I just found out I am too!"
I pressed my lips together and said nothing.
Her gaze flicked to the morgue behind me. Her smile widened.
"A piece of trash who can't even afford to bury her own mother, still clinging to the title of Mrs. Gilbert!"
I laughed too—until the tears came.
She didn't know. I'd stopped wanting that title a long time ago.
To earn enough for the burial, I took a job as a waitress on a yacht.
That night, I arrived at the marina as scheduled—and the sight in front of me stopped me cold.