Goodbye to You

I shot a quick reply, "Don't even think about divorcing me."

Then, I pulled up the location tracker on my phone to check where Carl was. Sure enough, he was at Wendy's.

The tracker even had a recording feature. Carl set it up for my safety. I never thought it'd come in handy like this one day.

I watched them all over each other in bed. My stomach turned, and I ended up throwing up everything. I couldn't help but wonder—would they really just sleep together once?

Of course not. Once someone had taken a bite of the forbidden fruit, they'd keep going back for more.

My phone rang with an incoming call from Carl. He sounded pissed. "How much longer are you going to keep this up?"

I could hear rustling on his end of the line. Suddenly, a thought hit me. What if he knew I was pregnant? How would he react?

"Carl, I'm pregnant."

There was a long pause, then he actually laughed. "Hailey, you'll say anything to avoid a divorce, huh? You've always been on birth control. There's no way you're pregnant."

But I wasn't always on birth control. I skipped a pill last time.

He wanted a baby, and I wanted to give him one. That was when it happened—the baby came. But now, he didn't want it anymore.

Carl hung up. He said we had to file for divorce as soon as possible. I stared at the video on my phone, feeling every ounce of strength leave me.

Well, he was officially a cheater now, right?

…

I was burning up with a fever, lying in bed with a pounding headache. Without thinking, I called out, "Carl, I feel awful."

But the room was dead quiet. That was when it hit me—today was the day Carl and Wendy were supposed to hook up.

Wendy had posted a bunch of updates on Instagram—probably to make sure I saw them. Carl's face was hidden in the pictures, but their hands were intertwined.

The caption read, "I finally found my destiny."

Destiny?

I sneered and commented, "Destined to be a homewrecker?"

Not long after, I saw she had deleted my comment.

I spent three days at home, barely eating or drinking, too weak to even move.

Finally, my best friend came over. She took one look at me and immediately called Carl. "Where are you? Your wife's really sick, and you're doing nothing?"

"Hailey's right there with you, isn't she? What are you two trying to pull? Is dragging this out with these stupid games really that fun for you?"

I didn't even have the energy to say anything.

My friend snapped, "Carl, have you completely forgotten the promise you made to treat her right? It's only been a few years, and you've already thrown it all out the window?"

Carl didn't even bother arguing. "I've already talked to her. We'll get remarried later. What else does she want? Tell her to come over and wrap up the divorce. Wendy's done waiting."

My friend stared at the phone in disbelief, about to yell, but Carl had already hung up.

"You're really going through with the divorce?" she asked.

I could only nod weakly.

She was about to say something else when the doctor walked in. "You're pregnant. Why aren't you taking better care of yourself? It'll be a nightmare if something happens to the baby."

My friend's face went pale. "You're pregnant?"

The doctor looked confused. "You didn't know?"

My friend was about to call Carl again, fuming. Using what little strength I had left, I grabbed her arm.

Carl wouldn't believe it. He'd probably think I was just making it up to drag out the divorce, that I didn't want to let him go. His heart was with Wendy now.

No matter what I did, I'd only look like the bad guy in his eyes. It would only be when he saw the truth for himself that he'd realize what he'd done.

After three days of resting at home, my friend came with me for a checkup at the hospital.

As soon as we entered, someone gasped, "Hailey."

My whole body went stiff when I saw Wendy and Carl.