“You said there weren’t any goodbyes between us…” she murmured, looking stunned.

How could she still be stunned? How could she cheat on me? How could she ruin us? My eyes closed as my head dropped. All my dreams were gone, all the things I’d stupidly let myself want were over. What was the point now? True, there weren’t supposed to be any goodbyes between us. Because we were supposed to be forever. She was supposed to be my wife. She was supposed to have my child. Not his.

As I lifted my head to face her one final time, a tear rolled down my cheek; I felt the burn of it, like acid, all the way through my soul. “I said a lot of things that weren’t true…” I told myself you loved me. I told myself you’d be faithful to me. I told myself we’d be together forever. I was so wrong.

Her breath became frantic, like she was hyperventilating. “Are you breaking up with me?” she whispered.

Her question tore me apart. No…you broke up with me, the instant you fucked him. This…this is just a formality. Another tear fell from me as I searched her face, looking for a way out of this hell. But there wasn’t one. She was having his baby. She’d slammed the door on us, and I still didn’t know why she wouldn’t tell me. Don’t I deserve the truth? It killed me that she wouldn’t be honest with me right now. How could I be so wrong about her? It seemed so…hard to believe. So unlike her. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she…

My eyes drifted down her body to her stomach. Her flat, perfect stomach. The pregnancy tests swam in my vision, choking me with the hard, painful truth. No. I wasn’t wrong. She just didn’t want to admit she’d failed me. Well, she didn’t have to admit it for it to be true. We were over. There was no saving us now.

I lifted my eyes to hers, took a deep, calming breath…and then ripped my own heart out. “Yes, I am.” I could barely speak the words, and after I did, I knew I couldn’t say anything else.