He called seventeen times.
She answered none of them.
At noon, he appeared outside my house.
I saw him through the front window, standing beside his expensive black SUV with a bouquet of white roses in his hand.
He looked like a man arriving to apologize after an ordinary argument.
He had no idea how far things had gone.
I opened the front door but didn’t invite him inside.
“I need to see my wife,” he said.
“Chloe doesn’t want to see you.”
“She’s pregnant with my child.”
“And she’s still a person with the right to decide who enters her life.”
He looked past me toward the hallway.
“Please. I made a mistake.”
“A mistake is forgetting an anniversary. You deliberately manipulated medical information, paid someone to help you deceive your wife, and used her pregnancy to secure money.”
His jaw tightened.
“You don’t know the whole story.”
