On the day of the divorce, he married his lover, while his pregnant wife walked away smiling, keeping a secret that no one yet understood.
Seattle, 9:30 a.m. Rain pelted the courthouse windows like a silent pain that refused to show.
Madeline Carter buckled her seatbelt beneath her eight-month-old belly and stared at the gray stone building, her expression serene, a stark contrast to the storm that was engulfing her.
“Are you sure you want to do this alone, darling?” her mother, Diane Carter, asked softly, gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned pale.
Madeline kept her gaze fixed straight ahead and replied firmly, “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, Mom.”
There was no tremor in her tone, but something in her hazel eyes had changed since the day she’d discovered the truth about her husband; something sharper and colder, no longer longing for love.
His phone vibrated and a message appeared from his lawyer, saying that everything was ready as planned and that he just had to trust the process.
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