He thought the car was his prized possession; now it was mine. “He’s going to lose his mind over this,” Megan said as she handed me the keys. “He lost it the second he thought I wouldn’t survive without him.”
Aaron tried to reach out once.
Sent me a text that said, “You didn’t have to humiliate me.”
I stared at it for a while before replying: “You didn’t have to lie to me. But you did. In front of everyone.”
He never texted again.
As the weeks passed, the house started to feel more like mine. I painted the bedroom a soft coral, something Aaron would have hated. I set up a nursery with a mobile of stars and galaxies.
I even took Benny on a road trip to the beach one weekend, just to breathe salt air and feel new again. And one evening, as I stood on the back porch under those same fairy lights, I realized that beyond the material things, Aaron had lost what mattered most to him: control over the situation. He may have walked into his party thinking he won, but the truth is, he lost more, including a family and a proper bond with his future child.
