Love Misguided, A Broken Mirror Beyond Repair

My pregnant wife ignored my protests and went on an overseas trip with her high school sweetheart.

She posted on Facebook, "Logan, even if we can't be together as husband and wife, I'll still give birth to your child."

The picture? The two of them were holding hands and snuggled up together.

I commented under the post, "If you're this in love, isn't it time to divorce me and be with him instead?"

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Chapter 1

After posting my comment, I didn’t waste any time.

I contacted the Postpartum Care Center, where I’d previously booked and canceled the reservation.

I also called Summit Ridge Women’s Clinic and canceled the appointments I had set up there.

For the countless baby supplies I’d bought in advance, I either returned what I could or gave away the rest.

When I was done, I let out a long breath of relief.

I called up a few close friends and invited them out for drinks. I needed the distraction.

We were laughing and enjoying ourselves when my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen, and my smile disappeared.

It was Maddie Harper.

The room grew quiet as my friends noticed my shift in mood.

One suggested, “Milton, is that Maddie calling? Maybe you should head home before she gets upset. "

“Yeah, we can call it a night here,” chimed another.

They meant well. Since marrying Maddie, I haven’t spent much time with my friends.

Whenever I did, Maddie would call them my "useless drinking buddies" and blame them for anything that went wrong.

Everyone knew how overbearing she could be.

But I hit the decline button right before them and forced a smile onto my face. “Forget about her. Let’s keep going.”

“Milton, maybe you should—” Dex started, concern in his voice.

I cut him off, “I know you’re all looking out for me, but I’ll tell you this now: once Maddie returns, I’m divorcing her. She’s not going to be your sister-in-law anymore.”

The group fell silent, exchanging uneasy glances but not saying another word.

My phone buzzed again. After hesitating, I answered this time.

Maddie's sharp voice came through on the other end of the line, furious. “Milton Vaughn! Who do you think you are ignoring my calls? If this happens again, you’ll sleep on the couch for a month!”

I stayed silent as she launched into another tirade.

“Tell me this, Milton,” she demanded. “Why did you cancel the Postpartum Care Center? If they hadn’t called me, I’d still be in the dark! Are you even planning to be this baby’s father? If you’re not, don’t worry—plenty of men love to step up. The line of guys wanting to date me back in the day could’ve stretched to France!”

When Maddie first got pregnant, I’d treated her like a queen. Whatever she asked for, I made it happen.

I booked the best Postpartum Care Center in Napa Valley for $10,000 a month without a second thought.

I loved her. I wanted her to feel cherished.

But she used my devotion as a license to trample all over me.

“Hey, are you listening?” Her shrill voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“Yeah, I...