eyes.
I replied with a simple “Okay,” before exiting the chat, which was now filled with my lonely monologues.
Scrolling through Roger’s social media, I realized he had hidden all my photos.
He had even changed his background to a picture of him and Louise. They looked blissfully happy together.
I sat in silence for three seconds before unfollowing him.
If he cared so much about Louise, then I wouldn’t stand in their way any longer.
From this moment on, I would let them fly free together, no longer a shadow in their lives.
The next day after work, I spotted Roger’s car right away.
As I reached for the door handle, the window on the passenger side rolled down, revealing Louise’s bright smile.
“Megan, I’m so sorry! Roger insisted on giving me a ride home,” she said, her voice cheerful and light.
Before I could respond, Roger jumped in “Megan, Louise is pregnant, and I didn’t want her to get car sick, so I let her sit up front. Don’t be so petty. Just hop in the back.”
out!”
He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world, completely ignoring the fact that I also get car sick easily
With no fight left in me, I slid into the back seat.
As we drove, Roger and Louise chatted away, laughing and joking, oblivious to my pale face in the rearview mirror,
When we arrived, he gallantly opened the door for Louise and helped her out, ushering her into a restaurant like a gentleman. Once seated, he ordered a range of dishes, all of Louise’s favorites, even carefully avoiding any pregnancy no–nos.
The waitress couldn’t help but comment, “Sir, you’re so good to your wife!”
It was only then that Roger seemed to remember I was there, clearing his throat awkwardly.
Louise blushed, her eyes sparkling at him, their chemistry palpable, as if they were wrapped in their own little world.
After dinner, Roger suggested taking Louise shopping.
I thought about slipping away, but he called out, “Megan, don’t go just yet! Louise has a lot of stuff to carry, you can help her
His tone was so matter–of–fact as if I was simply there to serve Louise.
I felt my frustration bubbling up and blurted out, “You two have fun; I’m not sticking around for this.”
With that, I ignored Roger’s furious expression and headed home, my heart heavy with resentment.
The moment I got inside, all the pent–up hurt erupted.
I quickly packed my bags, ready to leave Roger behind.
Just then, I heard a loud banging on the door. “Megan! What was that little stunt you just pulled? Do you have any idea how upset you made Louise? She’s been down ever since you left! You know pregnant women shouldn’t be stressed, right? Why can’t you just give her a break?”
That same line again. “She’s pregnant.” But Roger’s attitude made it seem like Louise was carrying his own child.
Years ago, Louise had ditched Roger for a wealthier life, marrying a rich man. After losing her, Roger drowned his sorrows in alcohol until a tragic car accident left him in a coma. The doctors warned that his chances of waking up were slim, and even his parents had given up on him. Yet I stayed by his side, unwavering.
I stretched his muscles every day, fearful of atrophy.
I knew he had a thing for cleanliness, so I overlooked the stench and bathed him daily I covered all his medical expenses, too. Everyone told me to let go of this burden, but I cared for Roger for three long years.
Eventually, he woke up, and at that moment, he vowed to cherish me for the rest of his life.
But when Louise divorced and returned, he transformed overnight, surrounding himself with her and catering to her every
whim.
I’d never forget the words he wrote in his journal: I was in a coma for three years, and when I woke up, I found out Louise had married someone else. At that moment, I wished I could just die instead of facing this. Thank goodness she’s divorced! Does this mean we might still have a chance?]
When I discovered that journal, I cried for an entire night. Yet I still couldn’t bring myself to leave him.
But then came my birthday party, and when Roger learned of Louise’s pregnancy, he took her hand in front of
