His Deceit, My Vengeance

ne buzzed with a notification. It wasn't a text from David. It was a pop-up from a

on had a "Join" button. I didn't know why it appeared for me. Maybe Lisa had a

throw my phone against the wall and try to forget. But I could

ssed

g, a plush-looking sofa, toys scattered on a rug. It looked warm an

e looked happy and relaxed. She was talking to the camera, to the other members of the

loor, wearing a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked nothing like the ambi

ain track. A little boy with dark, curly hair was si

from my lungs. This was his "investor meeting." Th

Aww, David is such a great dad!" "You're

herself. "I know, right? He works so hard

looked up at her, his face full of a soft, genuine affection I had seen a th

a chubby hand. "Dada," he babbled. He then turned and l

in the silent apartment. They confirmed the

He had David's nose. He had the same shape to hi

cted. I was just a pair of eyes, watching a life th

ccidentally hit the "like" button. A small hea

s Sarah Miller?" she said, loo

t was replaced by pure, stark terror. He looked directly into the

ded abruptly. The

n caught in the act. The face of my fiancé, the father of another woman's child. The reality of it was too big, too monstrous.