Her feed was littered with glimpses of Ryan, blurry though they were, I'd know him anywhere.
He'd taken them—her and the kid—on his business trips, hitting all the tourist traps.
They even hit that starlit restaurant I'd always dreamed of, all three munching on a kid's meal.
At that moment, it felt like the sky was falling.
For so long, Ryan had kept it under wraps. If it hadn't been for that friend suggestion, who knows when I'd have found out about his affair.
As I was washing up, I saw Ryan talking on the phone.
The balcony's warm light bathed his profile in a gentle glow—the same tenderness he used to show when telling stories to my belly during pregnancy.
I put away the last dish and retreated to our room.
The next morning, I discreetly followed him out.
He was off to pick up Sherry and the kid, and they all headed to the mall together.
Ryan and Sherry were each holding the kid's hands, their laughter floating back to me.
Watching their easy camaraderie, I couldn't help but imagine—if our kid had lived, maybe that could have been us.
But that chance was gone forever.
Then again, maybe it's for the best. How would I have explained to him that his dad's love was already split with another family?
"Baby Jeremy was up late last night missing you," Sherry said, a hint of reproach in her voice.
"Was it just Baby Jeremy missing me?" Ryan's voice had that playful edge.
Sherry blushed, feigning annoyance, "Really, Ryan? In front of the kid?"
The boy's sweet voice piped up, "Jeremy knows that Daddy loves Mommy most."
Ryan scooped him up, echoing, "You got that right, Baby Jeremy. Daddy loves Mommy most!"
They shopped for clothes, jewelry, bags, and shoes, then hit a children's amusement park, ending their day at a cozy restaurant.
I watched from across the street, not following them in.
They snagged the prime window seat. I watched Ryan carefully place crab onto Sherry's plate, then tenderly brush a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning in to plant a kiss on her cheek.
Ryan didn't hesitate—it was a deep, sure kiss.
The scene was something out of a winter postcard—snow falling, a warm glow from within, a couple in a loving embrace, a child clapping along.
Standing out in the cold, I saw everything clearly but felt only a numb, cold detachment.
If Ryan looked down just then, he'd see me, but he didn't.