a celebration tomorrow. They’re announcing Camille’s pregnancy and congratulating her on being selected for the international art exhibition. You don’t need to go—I’ll send a gift and come straight home to be with you.”
I said, “I was thinking I’d attend the exhibition too—”
He interrupted me, his tone warm yet resolute. “You shouldn’t. Didn’t you always say you wanted a child? This is the perfect time to stay home and rest.”
Lowering my gaze, I hid the storm brewing within me.
All these years, we had never had a child.
I used to think it was fate, but now I realized he had never wanted one.
The reason he didn’t want me at the exhibition was likely the same as before: he didn’t want me to be competition standing in Camille’s way.
He kissed my forehead gently, completely unaware of the depth of the void my heart had fallen into. “Your birthday is the day after tomorrow. I’ve already planned a surprise for you.”
A surprise, huh?
“Okay,” I replied, my voice calm and collected. “I’ve planned something for my birthday too, so make sure to clear your schedule to be with me.”
He smiled and nodded. “Of course. Whatever my darling wants, I’ll make it happen.”
I looked up at him, managing to return his smile.
Dennis, you really went all out for the one you truly love.
That night, sleep wouldn’t come. I carefully shifted his arm from around me and slipped away.
In the process, I knocked over his charm bracelet—the one he always carried with him.
