Hours after giving birth, I learned my husband used our baby’s emergency fund to vacation in Hawaii with his mistress. He laughed at me over the phone. By sunset, I froze his cards, filed for divorce, exposed him, and canceled his return ticket.

“Tell her we’re late for the boat.”

Daniel laughed softly. “You’ll survive. Ask your sister for help.”

My sister was deployed overseas.

He knew that.

I looked at Lily’s tiny hand curled beside her cheek, and something inside me became calm, sharp, and cold.

“Enjoy it while you can,” I said.

He laughed again and ended the call.

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