Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir

t didn't feel like hers. They were costumes. The muted pastels Julian liked. The conservative hemlines his grandf

sands of dollars of fabric, and she felt l

he had mistaken it for love. She had been twenty-two, naive, and so grateful to the family that had paid for

top. Her notebook. She didn't pack the ultrasound. That staye

way, to disappear into the anonymous crowd of New York, b

her to get in. It wasn't an

the same build

und and sprint back up the stairs. But she couldn't. S

om him as the leather seat allowed

alwood. It used to be her favorite scent. Now

raffic of Central Park West.

the silence. He was looking at his tablet, scrol

rk was blooming. Life was happening

, his voice cool and detached. "A ward of the family. M

a physical slap. Her

ponsib

he had touched her. The way he had whispered her name in

ry. It was gaslighting in its purest form. He was trying to sanitize their marriage

alm, reasonable. "He thought you were safe. Stable. Now that

nails dug into her palms until she felt th

a distraction. Anything to stop liste

ruel and efficient, suggested a new ac

en. She shouldn't look. She knew she

licke

o of a hand holding a coffee cup against the backdrop of a

an nails. On the wrist was a watch. A Pat

ian. She had spent six months tracking it down for his birt

was wea

ad: "Back wher

e likes. "Arch_J_S"

cture, the one he thought no one knew about. But Vivian kne

ve. It wasn't just the pregnancy. It w

n front of the St

driver could get out. She needed a

next time," she said

d annoyed. He interprete

amatic, Vivi

o the revolving doors alone. She didn't wait for him. She rushed past

oor just in time. She locked the stall door and dry

playing house with his ex-girlfriend on In