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Fifty-Two Trips Too Late

After seven years and fifty-two canceled trips, a wife discovers the devastating truth behind her husband Kevin’s constant excuses. Hidden in his study is a planner containing fifty-two tickets and photos documenting his secret travels with his childhood friend, Fiona Snow. From romantic ocean views to a shocking pregnancy announcement on her wedding anniversary, the betrayal is absolute. Choosing herself at last, she drafts divorce papers and books a solo flight to Antarctica.
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Chapter 2

When I came back to the dining room, I insisted on a divorce.

Kevin refused.

To win me back, he started coming home on time every day. He cooked, washed dishes, and hovered around me nonstop.

He even deleted Fiona from his chat app and let me check his phone whenever I wanted.

He thought all that devotion would earn my forgiveness.

Then I ran into Fiona at the hospital.

She stood alone in the hallway, clutching a hospital bill.

She looked small and helpless.

Kevin, who'd insisted on coming with me to my appointment, immediately strode over. His face hardened.

"Why are you back? You're pregnant. You should be resting at home."

Fiona looked up at him. Her eyes lit up for a split second before the light faded.

"Kevin, this city is my home too. Am I not even allowed to come back and see a doctor? Fine. If I'm causing problems for you, I'll get rid of the baby right now and disappear."

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke.

Kevin's expression remained cold. "Why are you crying? The department you need is straight ahead, then left. And I'm warning you—don't try anything in front of Avery and me. Otherwise, I'll never forgive you."

She sniffled. "O-Okay."

Kevin came back and took my hand. "Honey, see? I really don't have feelings for her..."

As we stepped into the stairwell, Fiona's sobs echoed behind us.

"But I really like you... I met you first. Why am I not the one who's with you..."

Kevin's voice brushed against my ear. "Honey, I only love you."

Disgusting.

***

The next night, it rained.

Fiona showed up at my door.

She didn't have an umbrella. Rain and tears streamed down her face as she glared at me.

"Happy now? Because of you, Kevin told my parents I'm pregnant. They beat me. They've never laid a hand on me before! I hate you!"

She lunged at me.

I caught her with one hand and shoved her back. "You chose to be the other woman. These are the consequences of your choices, so don't blame me."

Kevin had been inside baking a cake to cheer me up.

Hearing the commotion, he rushed over and pulled me behind him, his gaze turning icy.

The second Fiona saw him, her attitude changed.

"Kevin, I lost the baby..." Her voice broke. "I didn't tell anyone anything, but I still couldn't keep it..."

"What?"

Kevin immediately let go of me, scooped her into his arms, and rushed toward the hospital.

"I don't believe it!"

Halfway out the door, he seemed to remember I was there.

He turned back.

"Avery, I'm just taking her to the hospital for a checkup. Don't overthink it."

I nodded. "Okay."

That night, Kevin never came home.

I suddenly remembered the time he'd pulled several all-nighters at the hospital and almost got hit by a car because he wasn't paying attention.

I'd gone to pick him up.

I shoved him out of the way and got hit instead.

It had been a rainy night, just like this one.

He carried me to the hospital, completely frantic.

In the end, we lost the baby.

And I was left barely able to conceive.

The look on his face back then was exactly the same as it was now.

I finally understood.

Kevin couldn't let go of everything I'd done for him.

But he'd already fallen in love with someone else.

A new friend request popped up on my phone.

[Hello, I'm Leo Reed, your Antarctica tour guide!]

I pulled myself back to the present and replied.

Once I got him to sign the divorce papers, I was leaving.