A Visitor in Your Life

Kyron came home that night unexpectedly.

I had prepared a whole table of dishes. When Kyron entered, he thought I had done it for him.

"Courtney, you're pregnant. How could you exert yourself like this? You didn't need to do all this," he said as he reached to embrace me.

I turned away to avoid him as I looked at my hands. At one point, I had dreamed of achieving great things with these hands.

Now, I was stuck at home, cooking and managing the household. And until now, he still didn't know that my baby was gone.

As I lowered my head, tears fell and I quickly wiped them away.

When I turned back, I saw Kyron had already started eating.

At that moment, I wanted to flip the table. None of this was worth it.

"Courtney, you grew up with everything, and yet you can cook so well," he said. "I'm lucky to have married you."

"By the way, our wedding anniversary is coming up soon. Do you want to have a big celebration or just one with the two of us?"

As Kyron said this, it reminded me of how Fiona ruined our anniversary every year.

I was sure she wouldn't let me have peace this year, either.

"Either way is fine," I said with indifference.

Kyron agreed enthusiastically.

…

On our anniversary, he booked a top-tier restaurant with exquisite dishes.

We had just sat down when Kyron's phone rang again.

He took a quick glance at it, and I knew he wouldn't be staying.

"Courtney, it's company business. I have to go."

"Whatever," I said, without sparing him a glance. I did not want to hear another word from him. It was all just a web of lies, anyway.

Kyron seemed relieved. He opened a bottle of wine for me and then left.

"I'll make it up to you next time with a big celebration!"

"There's no next time. You won't have the chance, Kyron," I thought silently.