She placed the ring on the table beside the ruined cake.
“I can’t raise a child in a home where love has a price.”
Spencer stared at the ring.
“Where am I supposed to go?”
For the first time that afternoon, I saw my daughter stand a little taller.
“That’s no longer my problem.”
And as the sun began to set over the backyard, the pink cake remained on the table.
A celebration that had begun with a lie had finally revealed the truth.
But Spencer wasn’t finished.
That evening, as Chloe rested in my guest bedroom, my phone rang.
It was Richard, Spencer’s father.
His first words made my blood run cold.
“Tell Chloe to stop listening to that woman. My son made a mistake, but if she destroys this family, she will regret it.”
I looked toward the bedroom where my pregnant daughter was sleeping.
