My husband asked me to pretend I wasn’t his wife.
Just for two days, he said.
I should have known a lie that cruel wouldn’t stay small.
Roman’s injured ex has lost seven years of memories. In the life she remembers, he still belongs to her.
So I take off my ring. I let him call me a friend. I wait for him to tell her the truth.
And wait.
He never kisses her. Somehow, that hurts more—because it lets him believe he hasn’t betrayed me.
But every day he protects her from the truth, he asks me to disappear a little more.
Until I finally do.
Now I’m gone. I’m pregnant. And Roman is sorry.
He says he wants his wife back.
But sorry doesn’t undo what he chose. A baby doesn’t make us a family. And I will never again beg my husband to remember I exist.
If Roman wants a second chance, he’ll have to prove he knows how to choose me when it hurts.
This time, I’m not the one waiting.
