He Broke Me the Same Way Twice

I hid the pregnancy test -- two clear lines -- inside a cake, planning to surprise Ethan on his birthday.

Then he suddenly said, "I slept with Natalie."

He pointed at the hot soup I'd just made, his smile cruel: "Last week she fed me from this same bowl. Her tongue was so skilled, I couldn't hold back. So I fucked her."

Betrayed. Again.

I stood there frozen, too numb with pain to make a sound.

Ethan just smiled brighter: "I finally understand Lucas now. Natalie really does know how to please a man better than you."

Lucas was my ex-boyfriend. Natalie was my former stepsister.