Natalie and I walked out of the doctor’s office happier than we had ever been. We had just heard our unborn baby’s heartbeat, and we couldn’t stop smiling. We discussed names, nursery colors, and the beautiful future waiting for us. But everything changed when we reached my car. Across the driver’s door, someone had spray-painted enormous words: “HOPE SHE WAS WORTH IT.” Natalie stared at the message, her happiness disappearing instantly. I insisted I had never cheated, but she was already questioning everything.
She called her mother and left without another word. Hours later, I was still trying to remove the hateful paint when someone approached from behind. I turned around, expecting another argument, but the familiar voice that greeted me made my blood run cold. “Don’t bother thanking me. You’re welcome.”
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