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 looked up. “You already did this?”
“We should’ve done it the day he walked out,” Norman said. His face hardened. “A man doesn’t leave his pregnant wife and seven children, then demand divorce papers like he’s canceling a lawn service.”
Tilly slid the white box toward me. “And this is what he’ll open at the wedding.”
I stared at her. “You’re serious?”
“Oh, completely.”
I lifted the lid.
Inside was a framed family photo. It was taken when I was six months pregnant with Wren.
“You’re serious?”
Me in the middle, swollen and tired. George against my hip. Phoebe in Tilly’s lap. Sophie making a face. Marcus and Elliot shoving each other. Mary holding the baby blanket she’d bought for Wren.
Margot’s hand on my shoulder. Norman behind us all like a wall.
Evan had taken it.
Tilly handed me a card. “Read it.”
“You didn’t leave a marriage. You abandoned a family.
Build your new life without any of our money, our blessing, or our name.”
I looked up at them. “You want this delivered there?”
Evan had taken it.
“During the livestream,” Tilly said. “At the altar. In front of everyone.”
Norman nodded once. “Maximum effect. Minimum mess.”
***
The morning of the wedding, Margot sat beside me at the kitchen table as the livestream loaded. I rested one hand over Wren when the usher stepped forward.
“Delivery for the groom.”
