. The divorce was final. Legally, Mark had possession until the "sale" went thr

ing with disdain. She ran a finger along a dus

e," I said, not

b. Mark and I are thinking of a winter wonderland theme for the wedding. Lots of white and crystal." She paused and looked

d sealed it with tape. Her

tically over a roll of packing tape I'd left on the floor. She flailed

g her stomach. "You did that on p

ide, rushed in. He ran to Sarah's sid

ng her up. He turned on me, his eyes blazing wit

," I said, m

nster!" Mark yelled. "S

errified mother-to-be. "She's jealous, Mark! She knows she c

The timing. For her to be showing, even a little, she must have gotten pre

while I was coding his projects until 3 a.m., while I was grieving the child we lost... he was with her.

ok on my face. "A real family. Something you coul

as referencing the complications from my miscarriage, the ones the doctors said made it nearly impossi

ome. He said he was in an important meeting. He turned his phone off. Hours later, when he finally strolled in, annoyed

hat same tragedy as

had once loved, and felt nothing but a vast, empty col

. Workers swarmed the place, painting the warm brick walls a sterile white. They hung crystal chandel

the music playing as they hosted pre-wedding parties. I let them build their fant

The loft was packed with their friends, business associates, and

e luckiest man in the world. I am marrying my soulmate, Sarah. And as if that weren't enough, I'm

beamed and placed a hand on her still-flat stomach. She caught my eye fro

what a happy ending looks like. A loving husband, a baby on the way, a bea

n't need to say anything. T