I Was 8 Months Pregnant When My Husband Traded Our Family for a Fitness Model – The Gift I Sent to Their Wedding Altar Left the Guests in Total Shock
I started pulling things back: strawberries first, then juice, and then cheese.
Then the extra pack of diapers.
My card was declined at the grocery store.
A woman behind me said, “I’ve got it.”
I turned. “No, thank you.”
“It’s okay.”
“No.” I forced a smile. “I can manage.”
What I meant was: I had seven children watching me. Pride was much cheaper than humiliation.
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I looked across the parking lot at the little park beside the grocery store.
“Okay,” I said, turning in my seat. “Margot, take everyone to the benches. Stay where I can see you.”
Pride was much cheaper than humiliation.
George frowned. “Why?”
“Because I need to make a phone call, and I can’t do it with all of you breathing on me.”
I dug through my purse and came up with a handful of change. “Ice cream cones. One each, and no one runs. No one leaves the benches once they sit down. Margot, you in charge, hon.”
“I know,” she said softly.
I watched them go, Margot leading, Mary holding Sophie’s hand, George talking too loudly, Phoebe skipping. Elliot trailed behind with Marcus, pretending not to care.
“I can’t do it with all of you breathing on me.”
I waited until they settled on the bench with their cones.
Then I called Evan.
He picked up on the fourth ring. “What, Savannah?”
“My card declined.”
Silence.
Then, “Okay.”
I gripped the steering wheel. “And the joint account is empty, Evan.”
