“I swear I didn’t plan this. She just—” Trevor stammered, but I cut him off.
“Just? You didn’t think to mention this before? What was the beach trip really about, Trevor?”
He opened his mouth to speak but faltered, glancing down at his hands. The realization was heavy in the air between us. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought…”
“Thought what? That you could play both sides?” I felt my anger swell, but deep down, it was disbelief that clawed at me. “You left me alone to give birth, and now you’re telling me your ex is back in the picture?”
Trevor flinched, his face a mask of guilt. “It wasn’t like that, I swear. I just—”
“You just what?” I interrupted, breathless. “Wanted a break from us? From this life?”
His silence was deafening. I shook my head, a surge of betrayal washing over me. “You were on vacation with her in mind all along. I can’t…”
As I stepped back, the walls of our fragile relationship crumbled, each piece taking with it my trust. My heart raced, and for the first time, I felt utterly alone.
