The Day My Baby Died, My Husband Was Proposing to Another Girl Under Fireworks

My straitlaced husband, the man who never understood a single romantic gesture, suddenly had a change of heart. Every night, he came home from work carrying a bouquet of flowers.

Even though my pollen allergy flared every time, my chest still went soft and warm with something I couldn't quite name.

To reward Phil Gilbert, I messaged my assistant and told him to hand Phil two high-paying, low-effort projects to pad his numbers.

The flowers lasted a week. But tonight, Phil came home empty-handed.