Our Love Ends Where His Lies Begin

Sela's POV

Like a woman possessed, I grabbed everything within reach and hurled it at Shawn. I even grabbed the food he'd just finished cooking and, ignoring the scalding heat, dumped it all over his body.

Steam billowed up between us, blurring our figures.

I didn't know who he was anymore.

"Get out! Get the hell out! I'll never forgive you!"

The whole time, Shawn stood there with the same unreadable, silent expression. If he'd shown the slightest guilt, or any indication that he'd seriously planned a future with me and considered giving me a real place next to him, I wouldn't have been this devastated.

That only meant that from the very beginning, I'd been nothing but someone slated for sacrifice, a plaything during the transitional period of his life.

I'd never had the right to leave even the smallest mark in Shawn Leake's life.

"You're a monster, Shawn Leake!"

He pinched the bridge of his nose. His scalded jaw ticked, clearly indicating that he was losing patience.

He tossed his black card at me. "Take some time to calm down. I'll come back to see you in a few days."

When he reached the door, he stopped and added, "I'm at fault here, so I'll do everything I can to make it up to you. But I don't want you bothering my wife again."

The door slammed shut behind him.

I collapsed amid the wreckage, staying wide awake through the night until dawn broke.

I retrieved my own phone. Only then did I discover that Shawn, who never posted on social media, had shared a new update.

"Simple but happy".

The accompanying photo showed a bowl of tomato pasta—something that Shawn made for me all the time. Two hands—one large, one small—both wearing wedding rings, rested side by side. There was even a small bite mark from a woman on the web of Shawn's hand.

I couldn't tell if he'd done this to soothe her, allowing her to mark her territory for me to see, or if he simply felt there was no point in hiding anything anymore.

A message from Shawn popped up.

"Kelly's already accepted things. Don't be angry anymore; you're still pregnant. Stress isn't good for you. I promise I'll spend time with you once a week from now on, okay?

"It'll be our wedding anniversary the day after tomorrow. Is there anything you want? Or shall I prepare a surprise for you?"

The turbulence inside me gradually settled until it was nothing but a pool of stagnant water.

I blocked him, then opened the hospital app and scheduled an abortion for that afternoon.

That would be my surprise for him.