At Eight Months Pregnant, I Chose To Raise My Baby Without Her Vampire Father

Sitting across from my lawyer the next morning, I thought I wasn't ready for this.

Twelve years of love wasn't something you let go of easily, and I was about to rip open the wound all over again just to organize the evidence and discuss divorce terms.

But I turned out to be colder than I'd expected. Looking at the photos of Adrian with that woman, listening to their sickening sweetness on camera, I felt nothing. It seemed I'd already used up every last tear the night before.

Adrian's affair with Clara had started two years ago — maybe longer. Back then, I'd been so wrecked by morning sickness and physical exhaustion that I was practically skeletal, with no energy left to be close to Adrian.

But I'd stopped agonizing over why he'd cheated, or why he'd chosen to betray me at my most vulnerable and lie about it for so long.

Now, the only thing I cared about was whether he'd been draining our joint assets behind my back.

And whether he'd already been planning to divorce me.

I sat with my lawyer going through the emails on my laptop, and felt an oddly ill-timed sense of gratitude. If Clara hadn't jumped the gun with her power play, I might still have been in the dark — blindsided and discarded like trash without any warning.

But now, with the evidence in my hands, I wasn't about to waste this God-given opportunity.

I would not be soft.

I would take him for everything he had.