Four months pregnant.
And somehow I was already competing with a woman who wasn’t even his wife anymore.
Then I noticed something on the dresser.
A small envelope.
It had been delivered that morning.
It was addressed to Mark.
I hadn’t opened it.
But now I recognized the return address.
It was from the law office that had handled Mark and Claire’s divorce.
I stared at it.
Why would they be sending him something now?
I picked it up.
I almost put it back.
Then I saw something handwritten in the corner.
URGENT — PROPERTY AGREEMENT
My stomach dropped.
I remembered something Mark had told me months earlier.
The house belonged to him.
At least, that’s what he had said.
But during our marriage, I had contributed money toward renovations.
I had paid bills.
I had purchased furniture.
I had put money into the nursery.
And Mark had always assured me that everything was fine.
