2 septembre 2026

I PACKED MY BAGS WHEN MY HUSBAND LOOKED ME IN THE EYE AND SAID, “TAKE THE GUEST ROOM.” THEN HIS PREGNANT SISTER SMIRKED, “OR BETTER YET, MOVE OUT—HOPE YOU’RE GONE BY THE WEEKEND.”

Then Ethan grabbed the phone.

His voice sounded nothing like it had four days earlier.

Gone was the cold confidence.

Gone was the smug certainty.

Now he sounded nervous.

« Natalie, tell my mom you misunderstood. »

I smiled.

« No. »

« Natalie— »

« No, Ethan. »

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