My Husband Danced With Another Woman While My Ultrasound Was in My Purse—He Had No Idea I Was About to Take His Child and Leave
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Chapter 8 / 10
Chapter 8 - The BirthMy daughter was born on a rainy October morning.
Daniel was beside me.
Not in front.
Not controlling.
Beside me.
When the doctor placed our daughter in my arms, I cried.
Daniel cried too.
"She's beautiful."
I looked at him.
"Her name is Lily."
He smiled.
"Lily."
He touched her tiny hand.
She wrapped her fingers around his.
He broke down.
"I'm sorry."
I knew what he meant.
For every missed moment.
Every night.
Every time he'd chosen work.
Every lie.
Every lonely dinner.
Every time I'd wondered if I mattered.
I touched his shoulder.
"You can't change the past."
"I know."
"But you can be here now."
He nodded.
"I will."
He kissed Lily's forehead.
"I promise."
This time, I didn't believe the promise.
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I believed his actions.
Because he had already started keeping it.
