While I was crying over negative pregnancy tests… She was sleeping with my husband.
“Six months,” I repeated slowly. “So… that family dinner in April? When you hugged me and said you were proud of me for staying strong?”
She didn’t even look ashamed.
“What do you want me to say, Hannah?”
My throat burned.
“You looked me in the eye. You hugged me. You smiled at my wedding. You were my maid of honor, Chloe!”
She crossed her arms.
“It’s not like you were really paying attention to him anymore. You were so caught up in doctors and crying every other night.”
“Because I was trying to have a baby!” I snapped. “Our baby!”
“Maybe he got tired of waiting,” she shot back.
I stared at her.
“So that’s your excuse?”
She leaned closer, lowering her voice.
“You can’t give him what he wants. I can.”
“You’re my sister,” I whispered.
“And you’re too wrapped up in your own problems to see what’s right in front of you.”
She placed a hand on her stomach.
“This baby deserves a father who actually wants to be there.”
I had nothing left to say.
So I walked away.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, Hannah!” she called after me.
