A way to get what she wanted.
My house. My money. My life.
And when she got it—
she planned to leave.
I read it again.
Hoping I misunderstood.
I didn’t.
THE PLAN
By morning, I knew what I had to do.
I didn’t confront her.
I didn’t argue.
Instead, I created something she wouldn’t expect.
A gender reveal party.
She loved the idea immediately.
Didn’t question a single detail.
That told me everything.
At ten weeks, no one knows the gender for sure.
But she didn’t care.
Because the truth didn’t matter to her.
THE DAY EVERYTHING CAME OUT
The house was full.
Friends. Family. Laughter.
Stephanie walked in smiling, dressed in white like she had already won.
“This is beautiful,” she whispered.
I looked at her.
“It will be.”
