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
“You didn’t have to do this,” I said.
Tilly looked at me over a box of cereal. “Savannah, be quiet and let me love you properly.”
Norman tightened the last screw, tested the rail with both hands, then sat back on his heels.
“He used to follow instructions better than this,” he muttered.
I laughed before I could stop myself.
Tilly turned fast. “Good. Keep doing that, darling.”
“Doing what?”
“Sounding like yourself.”
“Let me love you properly.”
***
The next week, she came by with casseroles of food. Norman covered the mortgage payment. “And I’ll keep doing so until this nonsense is sorted.”
He said it like he was discussing a burst pipe, but the disappointment in his face every time Evan’s name came up was almost hard to look at.
Slowly, without anyone saying it outright, they stepped into the place their son had blown apart.
***
Then I saw the wedding announcement.
It was a beach ceremony with white roses, and a livestream available for friends and family.
Norman covered the mortgage payment.
It was a “celebration of true love.”
Mary looked over my shoulder. “Wow. He’s getting married to her?”
I didn’t answer fast enough.
“Can people do that?” she asked.
I looked at the baby sleepers in my lap. “People can do a lot of things they shouldn’t, babe. And our divorce has been finalized for three days now.”
Then Tilly called.
“We received an invitation.”
“He’s getting married to her?”
***
On Thursday afternoon, Tilly and Norman came over with a flat white box and a manila envelope.
Norman set both on the table. “I’ve spoken to the attorney.”
I looked from him to Tilly. “About what?”
“About making sure Evan doesn’t get to abandon his children and still profit from it,” Tilly said.
I opened the envelope first. Inside was a notarized amendment removing Evan from a family trust and protecting an education fund for each of the kids.
“I’ve spoken to the attorney.”
