Your Ex Used Her Depression to Break Us

"Frankie's gonna be staying with us for a bit. Her doctor said it'll help her recover. If she's happy and can open up, her depression should just fade away."

"Oh, and right now, she thinks she's my wife. We've got a marriage certificate and everything. So, don't even think about mentioning our relationship in front of her, okay?"

"Don't upset her. Just take care of her a little—make her some meals, keep her company, chat with her."

"What?"

I stared at my fiancé in disbelief, feeling like I hardly knew him anymore.

Choking back tears, I asked, "Are you seriously saying that while I'm pregnant, I've gotta take care of her?"

"Take care? Just pretend, alright? Frankie's such a nice person. She wouldn't actually ask you to do anything. You saw how she reacted earlier when you were cursing at the courthouse—she even told me not to be mad at you."

Just like that, he put his arm around me—completely clueless about the anger and frustration boiling inside me.

He didn't even have a clue about what that bitch was really up to!

She showed up a year ago, and in that short time, she flipped my whole life upside down!

She was Winston's first love, the one that got away. Years back, she ditched him 'cause he was broke, and so she chased some rich guy overseas.

Now, after a few years away, that bitch comes back saying she got depressed from missing him all this time and that she never stopped loving him.

But by that point, Winston and I had been together for five years. I was already pregnant and ready to marry him!

Using her so-called "depression" as an excuse, she kept inserting herself into Winston's life just to make him feel guilty.

And now? They've got the marriage license, and all that's left is for me to get pushed out. Then this so-called "home" becomes their love nest.

Winston keeps saying I'm overreacting—that I'm just being petty and jealous.

But only a woman can really understand what another woman feels, and Frankie's hostility toward me is all too clear.

"Alright."

Winston patted my shoulder and promised, "Once Frankie's better, she'll leave. Then we can get our marriage license, alright? Right now, this is just the hardest part, so let's help her through it."

"But…"

I tried to reason with him, but just then, as if she had ears everywhere, Frankie called out from the bedroom and interrupted us.

"Winston?"

"Coming!"

Just like that, my fiancé left me and hurried into the master bedroom.

A little while later, he sent me a message on Telegram.

"Sherry, you sleep in the guest room for now. Frankie and I will be in our bedroom."

The guest room is right next to the master bedroom.

That night, leaning against the wall, I could hear them laughing and playing around until midnight—even the bed creaking next door!

That noise…

It was suggestive and intimate. The second I closed my eyes... Damn it, I could picture them making love in our bed!

I really felt like a stranger in my own home, some unwanted third wheel crashing their happy moment.

I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

Tears soaked my pillow until I couldn't cry anymore. A dull ache settled in my belly like a reminder that it was time to end this—time to wake up from this nightmare.

So I picked up my phone and, in a moment of clarity, booked an appointment with an OB-GYN—to terminate my pregnancy first thing in the morning.

Winston...

If you can't let go of your first love, then I'll step aside and let her be your wife for good!