I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my stomach absentmindedly as I tapped the screen. It was a message from Richard. A smile crept up my lips, after this afternoon, I thought there was still hope for us. Even though he had ran out like the flash as soon as Gwen called.
But as soon as the image loaded, I felt my stomach drop. My chest tightened and I suddenly felt claustrophobic. No. He cannot do this to me again.
But it was there, clear as day.
Richard. Gwen. Naked. Together.
The sheets were barely covering them, her head tucked against his chest like she belonged there.
My stomach twisted violently, and I raced as quickly as my bloated body would allow me to throw up in the bathroom.
The room spun.
But the image stayed in my brain. Unchanging and unyielding.
I refused to let the tears fall. I had been battling with high blood pressure for a while now, for the sake of my health and that of my child, I refuse to cry. Heat surged behind my eyes but I stayed strong.
