brought our baby twins to another city’s port to surprise their father, only to find him kissing another woman. I thought asking him to look to his right would finally put someone on my side. But what happened next made me realize I was on my own. So, I started planning my revenge.
I straightened the girls’ hats again while we waited at the cruise terminal.
Ava was fussing.
Mia slept with one fist against her cheek.
I’d brought someone along to help with the babies and our luggage, but I stood there alone for now, waiting for Ryan to disembark.
We waited at the cruise terminal.
Ryan had sailed when I was seven months pregnant.
Two months later, I’d given birth without him.
Now our daughters were three months old.
We’d agreed to meet at home.
Yesterday, unable to bear another hour of waiting, I’d bought tickets to the port city.
