Chapter 6

22

It felt like a knife to the heart.

A raw, bleeding kind of hurt.

I kept my game face on, though.

Over time, Jack's focus had shifted away from me.

When did I first catch wind of it?

Was it when I barged into his office and caught that young, hot secretary making moves on him, then "accidentally" falling right into his arms with a kiss?

Or when a tipsy Jack came home escorted by some random chick with her lipstick all over his collar?

Or now, with the shy newbie snagging all his attention?

...

Too many red flags.

I didn't even need detectives or snoops.

Looking at Jack now felt like staring at a stranger.

He was always generous, and never tightfisted with me.

And I was all happy to play along.

Love doesn't numb the pain.

Money does.

23

But lately, money's lost its appeal.

I found myself gently touching my belly.

My unborn baby, now my only true kin.

I dreamt of giving her a warm, stable home.

Not this icy, suspicious one.

I hardened my expression.

"Jack, it's time we get a divorce."

24

"That's not on the table."