Blake texted. Harper texted.
Think of the baby.
I replied once: I am. That’s why I’m done.
I filed for divorce the next week.
Do I regret doing it publicly?
I regret folding baby clothes while my husband texted my sister.
I regret thinking love makes people good.
I regret trusting someone who could lie while rubbing my belly.
But the balloons?
No.
They told the truth—clearly, publicly, and without letting anyone minimize it.
For the first time in my life, I didn’t take betrayal quietly.
I made it echo.
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