Too Late I'm Carrying His Child

carved in Sav

ding anni

ould like. She cooked his favorite meal, even lit candles in the dining room. She wanted that

instead of a gift, he

white dress was still on the chair. The food in the dining room had gone cold. Her heart

never my

n nothin

thought she was lying about the baby. But she knew the truth.

It was meant to be a night of l

y weak, but she had to face the day. She looked at the papers still lyin

n. Not because she still dreamed of his love-she knew he h

ent as always. Nathaniel had already left for work. He always left

red, their eyes sliding over her. She could feel it. The whispers. They l

d nothing. She poured a glass o

ne buzzed. It was a messag

n the signed divorce paper

ng her, cornering her. She pressed her hand to her be

waited, her heart pounding. She needed to try once more

stepped forward. "Nathan

is eyes sharp. "There is nothing to t

g her eyes. "Not yet. Please, listen to me. I

op. Do you know how pathetic you look? Do you think I

t, her voice trembling. "Please, Nathan

't use a child to hold me. Even if you are pregnant, it

forced herself to stand

onest. This marriage is ov

"This was supposed to be our

ange. "And now it will be the da

hought she would fall apart. She clutched her b

He turned away, his voice low. "Don't think this child-if it even

e wanted to shout, to beg, to make him

t another glance, leaving her in

the rain that still beat against the windows. Her body shook as she whispered t

oice was gone, until

under her door. Inside was a plane ticket with her name

ay? Did he want her gone so badly that he

e held the ticket. Her

oken, "You really

ay sky outside. She pressed her hand on

Savannah knew she ha

for a man who n

. and raise he

ything, but her heart

me down the hall. She hid the ticket

e stood there, his

papers?" he asked a

s parted, her

Only the sound of h

ew heavy. His

this was only