A weak laugh escaped my lips because the situation felt absurd after everything that had happened between us. “Travis I just gave birth a few hours ago,” I replied quietly, “so attending your wedding is not exactly possible.”
There was a brief pause on the line before his tone changed into something dismissive and indifferent. “Fine then,” he said flatly, “I only wanted to inform you,” and then the call ended.
I lowered the phone slowly and stared up at the white hospital ceiling while a familiar heaviness settled in my chest. The pain was not sharp like heartbreak used to be but it still carried the dull weight of memories that had never fully faded.
Our marriage had not ended because we stopped loving each other. It ended because Travis believed success and ambition mattered far more than building a family together.
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