My ex-husband called with a smug laugh. “I’m marrying the woman I chose over you. Come watch us win.” I glanced at the newborn sleeping against my chest. “Sorry, I’m busy caring for someone you never bothered to ask about.”
My phone buzzed while my newborn rested quietly against my chest, his tiny fingers tucked beneath my collarbone. The name on the screen made me sigh. It was my ex-husband. …
My ex-husband called with a smug laugh. “I’m marrying the woman I chose over you. Come watch us win.” I glanced at the newborn sleeping against my chest. “Sorry, I’m busy caring for someone you never bothered to ask about.” Read More