“Ma’am, could you please drive carefully?”
“I’m pregnant.”
My hands froze around the steering wheel.
The young woman who had just climbed into the back seat of my sedan was smiling.
Her cheeks were flushed from the cold.
One hand rested protectively over the small curve of her stomach.
The other was wrapped around the arm of the man sitting beside her.
Mason.
My fiancé.
The man I had been with for five years.
The man whose wedding I had been working two jobs to pay for.
The man who had texted me less than an hour earlier.
Hey babe, working late at the office tonight.
Don’t wait up for me.
Let’s get breakfast tomorrow.
I looked at him through the rearview mirror.
His face went completely white.
For a second, I thought he might actually open the door and run.
He didn’t.
He just stared at me.
Then at the engagement ring on my hand.
Then back at me.
The woman beside him noticed.
