I jogged lightly after getting out of the taxi, shielding my head with my hand as the drizzle came down.
Then I stopped in sudden realization and instinctively held my stomach. I should be careful.
Instead of jogging, I widened my steps so I could reach my rented house faster.
Once the door clicked shut, I headed straight to the dining table, poured myself a glass of water, and drank it with a greedy kind of relief, each gulp felt like it could wash down the chaos in my head.
Is this even real? I'm pregnant. What should I do?
My phone chimed with a message, and I opened it. It was from Jane.
Jane:I've already sent the divorce papers through Rafael's lawyer, and they will process it accordingly. But they don't want to be the ones who break the news first. If our side still doesn't speak, they'll keep telling the public that you two are still married. What will you do?
My stomach dropped into a hollow knot.
