“Two miscarriages.”
“I was there.”
Her expression hardened.
“No.”
He stopped.
“You were standing next to me.”
Her voice broke.
“That isn’t the same thing as being there.”
Mark started crying.
Lauren looked down at her wedding ring.
Slowly, she pulled it off.
He stared.
“Lauren.”
She placed it on the table.
Right beside the pink cake.
“I can’t do this today.”
“Please.”
“I can’t.”
“We can fix this.”
She looked at him.
“What exactly are we fixing first?”
He said nothing.Try Gourmet Desserts
“The cheating?”
Silence.
“The child you hid?”
His eyes dropped.
“The secret visits?”
Nothing.
“The fake work trips?”
Nothing.
“The lie about our baby’s gender?”
Nothing.
“The fact that you stood beside me while everyone congratulated us on a daughter you knew we weren’t having?”
His shoulders shook.
Lauren stood.
“No.”
She put one hand protectively over her stomach.
“I spent four years thinking the hardest thing my marriage would ever survive was losing babies.”
