Everyone Betrayed Me While I Carried His Baby Chapter 02
Cassian started to follow me.
Behind him, Adriana’s voice cut through the air. “Get back here! Jenna’s crying!”
In the end, he left me standing in the rain with his useless umbrella.
“I’m not divorcing you,” he called out. “Just go home.”
I opened the umbrella, only to find a hole in the fabric. Rain dripped through, not enough to soak me, just enough to make me cold.
Once I was in the Uber, I opened Jenna’s Instagram.
She had just posted a video.
“The baby is here. It’s a girl. My husband named her Angela.”
My hand clenched into a fist.
Angela was the name I had chosen for the baby I’d lost years ago.
Back then, Cassian’s law firm had been targeted by a rival who’d lost a case. A group of men stormed the office to cause trouble. I’d thrown myself in front of him, been shoved to the ground, and miscarried right there on the floor.
Now, he had given that name away to another woman’s child so easily.
My pain, our lost child—it all meant nothing to him anymore.
With trembling fingers, I kept scrolling.
The day I was in a car accident that shattered my leg, they had flooded my phone with “concerned” messages. That same night, they were on a beach with Jenna, watching fireworks.
When my morning sickness was so bad I could barely stand, they’d ordered me soup from DoorDash before flying to Iceland with Jenna for a seven-day trip to see the northern lights.
On my birthday, they all claimed to be busy. No one came to my party. I later found out they’d gone camping with Jenna in the Hudson Valley.
I read through all six hundred posts.
By the time I finished, I had no tears left.
I’d suspected, of course. I just hadn’t wanted to believe it.
But now, with the evidence scrolling past on my screen, I had no choice but to admit it: they had been playing me for a fool all along.
I put my phone away and rested a hand on my belly, my breathing slow and deliberate.
“Don’t be afraid, baby. Mommy will get us out of here very soon.”
I went back to my parents’ house in Brooklyn, intending to grab my passport and documents.
I opened the door to my childhood bedroom.
The room was completely unrecognizable.
All of my things were gone. It had been transformed into a perfectly appointed pink bedroom.
I had just reached out to touch a shell-shaped lamp on the desk when a sharp voice stopped me.
“Don’t touch that.”
My parents stood in the doorway holding grocery bags from Trader Joe’s, their eyes full of reproach.
“Jenna doesn’t like people touching her things,” my mother said. “You’ll upset her.”
I turned back to them. “Then where are my things?”
“In the basement.”
“This is my room.”
My mother shot me a glare, then brushed past me and into the kitchen.
“Jenna is my goddaughter. Are you really going to pick a fight with her over a room?”
I was still standing in the doorway, my rain-dampened clothes clinging cold against my skin.
Neither of them asked if I was cold.
My nose stung. My eyes burned.
“What about me? Am I not your daughter anymore?”
My mother didn’t even look up from unpacking the groceries.
“How can you compare yourself to Jenna? She’s considerate and kind, and she’s always happy to spend time with us. The whole house feels brighter when she’s here.”
“And you? You walk around with that long face all day, like the world owes you something.”
She sighed.
“If you hadn’t been in the way, Jenna and Cassian would have been together years ago.”
“They always wanted to be together. They only hid it all these years out of consideration for your feelings. Can’t you just step aside for once?”
My own mother was telling me to be more understanding of my husband and his mistress.
I let out a soft, bitter laugh and wiped the tears from my cheeks.
“Then let her keep you company from now on. When you’re old, let her take care of you, too.”
“What are you throwing a fit about now? Where are you going?” my father asked, his voice laced with impatience.
“I’m going to Chicago for a job. I won’t be back.”
After I said it, I pulled out my phone, wanting to look at the offer one last time.
Instead, I saw an email from the University of Chicago Medical Center.
“We have received a credible report alleging that you falsified your resume, engaged in procedural misconduct, and accepted kickbacks. Upon review, you have failed our final vetting process. The employment offer from the University of Chicago Medical Center is hereby permanently withdrawn.”