While I Suffered, He Bought Cake for His First Love

It all started because I failed to hold the cake Orion asked to buy securely. My husband, furious, abandoned me—eight months pregnant—on the side of a highway.

As cars raced past, I frantically dialed his number over and over. When he finally answered, his voice was ice cold.

“Marigold rarely comes back to Washington, and he specifically asked for that cake. If you’d held it properly, I wouldn’t have to go back to buy it again,” he snapped.

“I—”

“Figure out how to get home yourself.” He hung up before I could even respond.