He Chose Her Over Our Unborn Child

I felt like I had slept for ages. In the blurry space between dreams and waking, memories of my past came flooding back. I wasn’t always afraid of the dark or tight spaces. Gabriel knew this more than anyone. He used to hold my hand securely as we strolled through dimly lit streets. But after Milana returned from abroad, he began leaving me alone at home, night after night.

As the anesthesia faded, Gabriel walked in, with Milana trailing behind. She glanced at my belly first and then handed me a neatly wrapped gift box. "Natasha, are you doing alright? I know the pregnancy has been hard on you, with the swelling and everything," she said.

"So, I thought I'd give you this luxury skincare set. It's all-natural and completely safe." She leaned in deliberately, making sure I noticed her impeccably done makeup. "Even if Gabriel doesn’t mention it, he still wants you looking your best."

Since we started planning for the baby, I had stopped wearing makeup, and the hormone treatments had made me put on quite a bit of weight. I used to worry Gabriel might find me unattractive, but not anymore. I pushed the skincare products off the table and reached under my pillow for the divorce papers the nurse had printed for me.

"Natasha… if you don’t like it, just say so. Why make things difficult?" Milana leaned against Gabriel's shoulder, shedding tears. Gabriel, unable to handle my reaction, shouted, "Natasha Flores, what is this all about?"

Calmly, I handed him two copies of the agreement. "Sign them. It's a divorce."

I had always been the supportive wife, backing Gabriel's choices, trusting his decisions. When Milana wanted to work as his secretary, friends warned me. "Old flames and past connections, it’s not good for your marriage."

But Gabriel assured me he saw Milana as nothing more than a sister. Besides, her parents had been kind to him, and he couldn’t turn her down. So I relented, genuinely treating Milana like a sister and often inviting her over.

Gabriel had become used to my compliance, so when I brought up divorce again, he seemed confused. "We've finally started a family, why divorce now?"

A fleeting look of victory crossed Milana’s face, as if this was exactly what she had wanted all along. My dry lips curled into a cold smile. "A family?" I sneered.

"The baby is gone. Ask Milana what she’s done."