I Gave Him Up For Her, Now He Begs Me Back.

Alexander’s secretary was pregnant. And it was his.

At our ninth-anniversary party, he brought her home. To our home.

He told me, so casually, his voice devoid of any warmth or apology:

“Serena is picky with her food, so for her meals, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, nothing can be repeated.”

“She’s delicate and gets scared easily, so she needs company to fall asleep. Pack your things, Chloe. You’ll be moving to the guest room.”

I didn’t say a word.

I just walked over to the neatly packed suitcase that had been waiting for days, picked it up, and calmly headed for the front door.