His Wife, His Best Friend's Baby

His Wife, His Best Friend's Baby

Gavin

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The cemetery air was heavy, just like my heart, staring at Lily' s name, a scar etched in stone. Then she arrived, Sophia, my wife, leaning into Mark, my best friend. Her hand resting on the slight curve of her stomach twisted my gut. "Lily, from heaven, will surely bless the baby in my womb with health and safety," she sneered, holding her belly. My daughter was dead, and their child, a blessing. I slid my wedding ring off, the symbol of a shattered lie, and let it fall onto the damp earth beside Lily' s grave. I walked away without looking back, leaving everything behind. Later, I overheard Sophia' s sisters mocking me. "What do you bet he comes crawling back in a week?" one giggled. They had no idea. Soon, I found myself serving Mark, Sophia' s lover, even peeling him an apple, a twisted parody of our past intimacy. Her smirk told me she relished my humiliation. Then she dropped the bomb: "We can all be one big, happy family." I handed her the divorce papers, already signed. Sophia laughed, picking up the papers. "You have nothing without me." Suddenly, Mark began to choke, his face turning red. "What did you do?" Sophia shrieked, her eyes blazing, forcing a piece of the apple into my mouth. A sickeningly sweet, nutty taste flooded my senses. Almonds. The room spun, and the first wave of anaphylaxis hit me like a fiery punch. "We found out about the baby almost a year ago, right after... Lily got sick." A year. Lily was still alive when their affair began. They left me there, choking, as they rushed Mark to the hospital. But in that cold, sterile hospital room, a ruthless plan began to form.

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The cemetery air was heavy, just like my heart, staring at Lily' s name, a scar etched in stone.

Then she arrived, Sophia, my wife, leaning into Mark, my best friend.

Her hand resting on the slight curve of her stomach twisted my gut.

"Lily, from heaven, will surely bless the baby in my womb with health and safety," she sneered, holding her belly.

My daughter was dead, and their child, a blessing.

I slid my wedding ring off, the symbol of a shattered lie, and let it fall onto the damp earth beside Lily' s grave.

I walked away without looking back, leaving everything behind.

Later, I overheard Sophia' s sisters mocking me.

"What do you bet he comes crawling back in a week?" one giggled.

They had no idea.

Soon, I found myself serving Mark, Sophia' s lover, even peeling him an apple, a twisted parody of our past intimacy.

Her smirk told me she relished my humiliation.

Then she dropped the bomb: "We can all be one big, happy family."

I handed her the divorce papers, already signed.

Sophia laughed, picking up the papers. "You have nothing without me."

Suddenly, Mark began to choke, his face turning red.

"What did you do?" Sophia shrieked, her eyes blazing, forcing a piece of the apple into my mouth.

A sickeningly sweet, nutty taste flooded my senses. Almonds.

The room spun, and the first wave of anaphylaxis hit me like a fiery punch.

"We found out about the baby almost a year ago, right after... Lily got sick."

A year. Lily was still alive when their affair began.

They left me there, choking, as they rushed Mark to the hospital.

But in that cold, sterile hospital room, a ruthless plan began to form.

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