Shaeema's world shattered the night Michael walked through the front door, his arm draped around another woman. But not just any woman-Sophia, his first love and ex-fiancée, the one who had disappeared weeks before their wedding. The sight stole the breath from Shaeema's lungs, and no matter how hard she tried to speak, no words came out.
Michael didn't flinch. He stood there as if he had done nothing wrong, his grip on Sophia firm, protective. The moment stretched, a cruel eternity where Shaeema felt the ground slipping from beneath her feet.
"Michael... what is this?" she finally choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.
He sighed, as if already exhausted by the confrontation he had yet to endure. "We need to talk, Shaeema."
Her fingers clenched around the kitchen counter. The warmth of the home they had built together felt foreign now, like a place she no longer belonged.
Sophia tilted her head, pressing closer against Michael's side, her belly now visible as she turned slightly. It was then that realization crashed into Shaeema with the force of a storm.
Sophia was pregnant.
A painful lump formed in her throat, making it hard to swallow. "You told me she left you, Michael. That she ran away. That she didn't want this life with you."
"I thought she had," he admitted, his voice devoid of guilt. "But she came back. And... I still love her. I never stopped."
Shaeema felt as if someone had reached inside her chest and crushed her heart. She had given him everything-her love, her trust, her loyalty. And in return, he had discarded her as if she had never meant anything to him.
"You're divorcing me for her." It wasn't a question; it was a statement. A bitter truth she could already see in his eyes.
Michael didn't deny it. Instead, he pulled a stack of papers from his coat pocket and placed them on the counter between them. "I'm sorry, Shaeema. I never wanted to hurt you, but this is the right thing to do."
The words felt hollow. What was right about abandoning his wife for a woman who had already left him once?
Tears blurred her vision, but she refused to let them fall. She wouldn't beg. She wouldn't ask him to reconsider. If this was what he wanted, then so be it.