Betrayed Wife: Pregnant With The Ice Hockey Prince

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rtility clinic, feeling like a prisoner awaiting a verdict. The air, a

hoto of Jase and me in front of Niagara Falls. He was still smiling ba

felt loose, just like our three-year marriage. I kept t

ce wearing that professional, sympathetic sm

desk. "Alyse, I'm so sorry," he said, his voic

a mute button. His lips were moving, but I couldn't hear a

all our money, all my dignity, had b

ezed out a smile. "Thank you, Doctor. I know you d

ike a ghost. The bright hallw

pressing on my chest. I pulled out my phone, my thumb hovering over

ith an Instagram notification.

d into view: two champagne flutes clinking elegantly

"Celebrating our

f the picture-on the man's ha

atek Philippe, rose gold case

t my bakery's entire profit from the first half of

the watch was resting intimate

urged through me. I bolted

g, but nothing came up except the

e and hollow eyes. Was that me? A failure at fertili

ssage from Jase, arriving a seco

"Sienna's pregnant. We nee

inning into a vicious

rushing emptiness, as if the wo

st the cold partition, and a broke

agram profile. She had

bbs's fu

ays ago. She was in a tight dress, her hand

. I was the only one, th

p, wiped my tears, and wa

clinic's main entrance, letting the

didn't need an explanation. I n

river the address of the priv

a, called. I didn't answer.

. Now, I was going to pick up the pieces