Chapter 4

After Ethan left, I crashed, slept through the entire afternoon. When I finally woke up, the sky outside was pitch black.

Half-asleep, I started scrolling through my phone. Just something to pass the time.

That's when I saw it.

A post popped up from an account I didn't recognize. It was a family photo, taken at a hospital. Luna was holding a newborn in her arms. Ethan sat beside her. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson stood close, all four of them beaming like they were in a Hallmark movie.

The caption?

"Year four with my husband, and now we've got our little one! Getting spoiled like a kid again by the whole fam!"

But it was Mrs. Thompson's comment that really hit me.

"Our family's happiness is all that matters!"

Family's happiness?

Since when did a mistress and her illegitimate child count as a happy family?

Five years of marriage.

And they'd been together for four of them?

They all knew.

Every single one of them.

And they kept it from me.

I laughed. I don't even know why. I laughed so hard it hurt. But soon enough, the tears came, and no matter how many times I wiped them away, they just wouldn't stop.

Ethan…

I regret everything.

That night, after I finally stopped crying, I headed back to my room. Reached for my prenatal vitamins, same as always.

But something felt off.

The pills looked… different.

I'm an OB-GYN. I know what I'm taking. I know what should be there. Unless I'd been half-asleep when I took them before…

But the bottle was right there, sitting on my nightstand.

And no one else had access to my room, except Ethan.

My hand started to shake.

Then my knees buckled, and I hit the floor with a dull thud.

"No…"

I told myself it was nothing. That there had to be another explanation. That he wouldn't.

Because we'd loved each other. Really loved each other.

I still remembered the car crash. How he'd thrown himself over me to shield me from the impact.

"Sophia, you mean more to me than my own life. I can't lose you," he'd whispered.

I'd cried so hard that day, completely overwhelmed, promising I'd never love anyone else but him.

But now?

I was crying just as hard.

Not because I loved him…

But because I was desperately trying to find a reason to still trust him.

Ethan…

Please…

Don't let it be you.

Three days later, I asked Daisy to take a look.

She blinked at the bottle, confused. Then her face dropped.

"Sophia, these aren't prenatal vitamins… they're hormone pills. You can't take these while pregnant, they can cause deformities."

I didn't hear the rest. Her voice just… faded out.

All I could see was Ethan's face the morning he left. That brief flicker of guilt in his eyes.

And then everything made sense.

That was it.

The last thread of hope I had for him?

Gone.

Years of love.

Memories. Promises.

Wiped out in a second.

Crushed under the weight of betrayal.

Destroyed.