Too Late for Her Regrets

urance forms. I sat down at the desktop, a sleek machine Olivia had bought for

been an open computer. I typ

ect pas

r birthday. The name of

t about Liam. What was his birthday? I rememb

ed in

reen u

te, I didn't breathe. He had replaced me so completely that he was even the key to our shar

spent a decade building a home with her, and I was lock

fe-my books, my half-finished projects, my hobbies-was packed away in box

nsive shoes. My section was a small corner, filled with practical, unexciting clot

ad said, her tone sharp. "It's incredibly expens

' d seen on Liam's wrist in his latest social media post. I knew Olivia' s extr

d. It was a te

be in optimal condition. The doctor said your stress

ility, for the failure of a dream she had already abandoned. She was pushin

a place for old documents and things we never looked at. I rummaged through folders of old tax

tter of me. I pulled

bed of silk, was a po

gotten a positive test. Every

Underneath it was a folded piece of paper

vice listed was "Surgical Procedure."

the same week she had told me she was going on a "last-minute business retreat" to a spa resort. A trip

e. The box fell from my hands, its

Liam's child, and she had gotten rid of it. All while pushing me, blaming me,

ausea and a rage so profound it made me tremble. The ten years of my life, th

ughed. A raw, broken sound that echoed in the empty, silent house. I

ands were perfectly steady now. I scrolled through my co

red. "Genesis Fertilit

to cancel all future appointments for Ethan and Olivia

e she could ask

a number I'd found

Law Of

n Miller. I need to speak with Gr

slow death. They were executed. In the space of a single heartbeat, they