As a doctor and a mother who once carried life, I knew all too well what Tyler was doing behind that curtain.
I slumped against the wall outside the room, overwhelmed by memories of being alone in hospitals–seeking treatment, being hospitalized, and recovering.
When Tyler emerged holding a soiled diaper, I couldn’t bear to watch anymore. I turned and left.
I didn’t go home. Instead, I went to my best friend’s house
However, it was her husband who greeted me. Behind him, ny friend sat in the living room, heavily pregnant and surrounded by family.
I had hoped to pour my heart out to her, but seeing her glowing with happiness, I forced a smile and exchanged pleasantries before excusing myself.
I wandered aimlessly through the streets, reminiscing about the time I had defied my parents to marry Tyler when he had nothing to his name. The memory felt almost laughable now.
Unable to escape my turmoil, I took three days off from work and retreated to the seaside alone.
During that time, Tyler called me incessantly, but I didn’t answer.
Once I finally returned, feeling somewhat steadier, I found him and Mindy in the villa, packing up their things.
Tyler didn’t ask where I had been.
Mindy, holding her baby, approached me hesitantly. “I’m sorry, Sarah. Tyler told me everything. I didn’t know he was married.
“Thank you for being so understanding while he helped me these past weeks. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”
I stood frozen, unsure how to respond.
Tyler walked over, placing an arm around my shoulders. “I told her the truth, Sarah. I don’t want a divorce. You’re m one and only.”
