I’d bought that necklace.
For Harper.
Blake came out smiling, kissed my forehead, rubbed my belly, and said, “Dad’s got you.” I smiled back and asked him to make me tea.
That night, I decid
ed I wasn’t confronting him privately. Privately, he’d cry. Harper would cry. Someone would say I was overreacting because I was pregnant.
No. If I was going to be betrayed, it would be in daylight.
The next morning, I screenshotted everything. Then I called a party supply shop.
“I need a reveal box,” I said. “Not pink or blue. Black balloons. With one word printed on each.”
“What word?”
“CHEA:TER.”
Saturday arrived. The backyard filled with family and friends. Blake worked the crowd, soaking up congratulations. Harper arrived smiling, standing a little too close to him.
