Sharing a single cookie between them.
Unable to walk two steps without nuzzling each other.
The way they clung together—they looked more like a married couple than we ever had.
The cruelest part? They walked right past me.
Corey didn't even notice I was there.
I kept my expression blank as I filmed every moment.
Only after they boarded and the plane pulled away from the gate did I finally head home.
Meanwhile, the junior had already posted another update.
The photo showed two hands clasped together as they boarded.
"Attention everyone—me and my dreamy senior are officially taking off!"
Destination: Hawaii.
I must be the happiest woman in the world right now.
The comments section overflowed with envy and congratulations. Mary replied to each one personally, basking in the attention.
Then someone asked: "What about your senior's wife?"
Mary's response came instantly: "Who cares about her? She's just some middle-aged hag—frumpy, unkempt, reeking of desperation."
"My man had to lie next to THAT every night. Can you imagine the torture?"
"But now they're divorced, and he's finally ALL MINE."
"He's free at last!"
Her profile featured videos showing off her face—young, gorgeous, with a body to match. So naturally, no one called her a homewrecker. Instead, they showered her with blessings, gushing about how "true love always finds a way."
My blood boiled. I created a burner account and commented: "Your 'prince charming' got other women pregnant and then heartlessly abandoned them. That doesn't bother you?"
Less than two minutes later, she replied.
"LOL that just proves how irresistible he is! Those women threw themselves at him because he's THAT amazing. They got what they deserved!"
I typed back: "Aren't you worried he might have children out there?"
"Why would I care? Kids or no kids, nothing changes how I feel about him. Besides, his wife got pregnant before, but I convinced him to talk her into aborting it."
The words hit me like a sledgehammer.
Rage exploded behind my eyes.
So that's why. All those years ago, when I'd gotten pregnant and Corey kept finding excuses—"the timing isn't right," "we'll have kids later," "let's wait until we're more stable"—pushing me toward the clinic again and again...
Someone had been pulling his strings all along. Someone had whispered in his ear, convincing him to pressure me into destroying our child.
I never could have imagined.
Corey was capable of this.