Betrayal In White Roses

ivia was asleep in the guest room, and the apartment was quiet. I sat up, a

buzzed. I

ail. A few seconds la

d to talk. Stop being chil

y his monumental betrayal. The lack of self-awareness

d a consultation to get to, but first, the

arly childhood center. It was called "The Willow's Nest." It had state-of-the-art facilities, from infant swimmi

it, to confirm one more piece of the lie. Th

see you! Are you here to

ran col

g. They're in the aquatic therapy r

pounding in my ears. The door to the aquatic thera

lashing gently, his face alight with pure, unadulterated fatherly love. Sarah wa

a family. A perfe

downloaded on his car's playlist, which he'd claimed were for a "colleague." The constant, vague "meetings" that ran late.

riendly woman who had given u

ost every day. He's so devoted. And the donation he made to our infant wing was

rld, to this place we were supposed to share, she was h

ah wore was a cheap knockoff she'd bought herself. He' d made me feel possessive and insecure for even noticing. No

ured prominently. There was a shot of them in a parenting class, Liam expertly changing a diaper. A shot of them in the music room, singing to

door. I saw him get out of the pool, wrap a towel around the baby, and hand him

my mouth to stifle the sound. I hit the 'ignore' button on his call and prac

deception crushing me. He hadn't just cheated. He had era

om a small, upscale grocery store. I saw Liam's car in the parking lot. A few minutes later, he came o

fruit. He opened it right there in the ca

fused to have it in the house. He claimed he was allergic, that the smell made him physically ill. He would make a big

s, eating it a

senger seat. He immediately passed the box to her, a f

r her, he would do anything. It was such a small, petty thing, but it was the final confirmation.

left to salvage, nothing left to mourn. There

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