Chapter 2: The Name on the Screen
He closed his laptop.
Not to help me.
To block me out.
"Tessa, I have somewhere to be tonight.
Call a cab."
Another contraction hit.
I gripped the counter and breathed through it while he straightened his collar in the hallway mirror.
"Grant.
I am in labor.
Our daughter is coming tonight."
He turned around, and what I saw on his face wasn't panic or guilt.
It was annoyance.
"You've been dramatic about this pregnancy from the beginning.
You'll be fine."
Then he picked up his phone — the one that had been face down all evening — and I caught a single second of the screen before he turned it away.
A woman's name.
A message preview.
*"Is she gone yet?"*
My whole body went still despite the pain.
He walked to the door, pulled on his jacket, and said the words I will never forget for the rest of my life.
"Honestly, Tessa?
You've been dead weight for months.
Figure it out yourself."
The door closed.
I stood alone in our kitchen, in labor, in the rain-soaked silence he left behind.
I called my driver, Marcus.
He arrived in eleven minutes.
And as he helped me to the car, I made a decision.
Grant would never know what I knew.
Not yet.
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