😈🔥🔥"What are you throwing a tantrum about now?" my husband roared at me. But he had no idea I had just woken up in the hospital. And the reason I broke my leg? The "happy family" photo he posted with his first love. Everyone thought I'd keep enduring. 💢💦But when I dialed the top divorce attorney's number, the smile on my husband's face finally vanished... - The picture of my husband and my nine-year-old niece acting like a perfect family with another woman was posted exactly at 8:00 PM -- the precise moment our anniversary movie was supposed to start. I stood frozen outside the theater, the biting November wind cutting through my thin trench coat. My phone screen glowed, illuminating the post on Maria Harper's Facebook page. In the photo, my husband, Ahmed Sims, wore a kitchen apron, flipping pancakes with a rare, tender smile. Next to him stood Lily, his late brother's daughter -- the girl I had raised as my own flesh and blood for four years, sacrificing my career to heal her trauma. Lily was wrapping her arms around Maria's waist, laughing ecstatically. On the kitchen island sat the custom chocolate cake I had ordered to celebrate our anniversary days ago. The caption read: "Blessed with my sweet family." My breath hitched. My throat burned with a sudden, suffocating tightness. Two hours ago, Ahmed had called me, his voice flat but promising: "Got a surprise for you tonight. Wait for me at the theater." I had spent three hours putting on my best makeup, and clutching a wrapped loyalty charm bracelet in my purse -- a reward I bought for Lily because she had just aced her final exams. She had begged me for this specific bracelet for months. It wasn't a surprise. It was a setup to get me out of the house so they could play family. A sudden wave of dizziness hit me. As I turned to take the stairs down to find a cab, my heel caught on the icy concrete. Snap. A sharp, agonizing pain shot up my ankle. I collapsed onto the freezing steps. Tears flooded my eyes instantly. My phone screen flickered once and died. No battery. No husband. No daughter. By the time I was wheeled into the ER, my ankle was swollen to the size of a baseball, but my heart was already dead. The next morning, the nurse finally handed me my charged phone. The screen exploded with over twenty missed calls and furious texts from Ahmed. "Charlie Wilkinson, look at the time! Where the hell are you?" "Out partying while Lily needs her breakfast?" "If you're trying to throw a tantrum just because I got busy, don't bother coming back!" Busy. He was busy playing house with his first love, using the child I raised as the glue to cement their bond. I didn't reply. Instead, I pressed the call button. It rang twice before Ahmed's impatient voice snapped through the line. "Charlie! Where the hell are you? Are you seriously neglecting your responsibilities over a missed movie?" "I'm in the hospital," I said, my voice deadpan, drained of all emotion. "I fell outside the theater last night. My ankle is fractured." There was a sudden, jarring silence on the other end. #Goodnovel #wattpad #Dreame #library #novel #booktok #bookish #bookrecommendations #romance #romancebook #Fiction #ShortStory 📚Only a limited number of chapters can be displayed here. Click "Read More" to open the application and continue reading (it will automatically navigate to the corresponding book page).👇👇👇
