Chapter 3
“You don’t have to come. All I need is a few more days and I’ll be there.” My voice was low as I cut off the person on the phone. By the time William returned, I was just ending the call. He paused in the doorway, eyes narrowing slightly. I must’ve looked different… lighter somehow. There was a faint smile on my lips, one he hadn’t seen in months. But instead of asking, he simply glanced at his watch. He had just spoken to Grace, promising he’d be home in time for her private prenatal massage. So, he said nothing. He assumed the call had been from my cousin—the only person from my old life I still had. He never once suspected I’d built something else in the silence he left behind. Without meeting my eyes, he collected a file from the chair beside me. “There’s a board meeting I need to prep for. I’ll stop by tomorrow.” I nodded, even though we both knew it was a lie. Tomorrow never came. Instead, the only updates I received were indirect. Mutual acquaintances sent videos, photos and even headlines. William and Grace , arriving hand-in-hand at art galas. Her laughing in his arms, him standing behind her protectively, showing her off like the ultimate prize. On the day I was discharged from the hospital, I sat alone on the edge of my bed, watching the clock. No car came. No message. Not even a reminder to pick up my things. I checked social media out of reflex and there it was—his latest post. Nine images. All golden sunlight and perfect romance. William and Grace, standing barefoot in a wheat field, her in a flowy white dress, his hands cradling her stomach. In one shot, he kissed her temple. In another, he knelt before her like she was some god. My fingers hovered over the comment section. I typed without pausing. [Wishing you both happiness. Hope the baby looks like her mother— sweet and innocent.] I hit post and set the phone down. Ten minutes later, it rang. William. I let it buzz until it stopped. Thirty minutes after that, I signed my own discharge papers and walked out without a word. As I passed the OB-GYN wing, I heard a familiar laugh. There they were. William, seated beside Grace, his arm slung across the back of her chair. Her hand rested gently on her stomach as the nurse smiled at them from behind the desk. “I swear, Mrs. Goldberg, your husband is a dream,” the nurse gushed. “He even asks for a heating pad so the gel won’t be cold during the ultrasound. So thoughtful.” The women waiting nearby glanced over with admiration, envy in their eyes. My hand drifted unconsciously to my own stomach. There had been life there once. A heartbeat. A chance. I remembered the hospital lights. The cold. The blood. There was so much blood. I remembered dialing William through blurry vision, needing only to hear his voice. But Grace had been the one to pick up instead. She had answered from the shower, grinning, with my husband all smiles behind her. “Mrs. Goldberg,” she’d said sweetly. “I was feeling a little too hot, so William’s just helping me cool off. I hadn’t said a word. I hung up. Moments later, William had called back, voice sharp, holding a teary-eyed Grace in his arms like she was the one who had been wounded. “You’re unbelievable,” he spat. “Always creating drama. Always wanting attention.” Then quieter, crueler: “You couldn’t even hold on to your child. Do you really think you deserve anything?” And finally, words that burned like acid: “Honestly, I wish you had died instead. It would’ve saved everyone a lot of trouble.” Now, standing there in that hallway, I turned to leave. But William spotted me first. “Why are you just standing there like a stray?” he snapped. Startled, I stepped back. “I didn’t know you were here. I—I wasn’t following you.” “Stop babbling.” His tone cut deeper than I expected. From beside him, Grace stood with a syrupy smile. “Mrs. Goldberg,” she said, placing a hand over her bump. “I’ve been meaning to thank you again—for the stem cells. My baby’s doing so much better now.” She looked up at William. “Shouldn’t we offer to drop her off? She must be tired from walking around alone.” William glanced at me, then back at her. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” The ride back was stiff and silent. As I shifted in my seat, something brushed my hand near the console. I reached down and pulled it free. It was a deep red colored bra. Scented with a heavy floral perfume. I didn’t say a word. But Grace gasped dramatically. “Oh! That must’ve been from the other night. William, you always forget to clean up after we’re done.”