After losing my baby, I found out my husband was my sister’s future baby’s father — karma surfaced for them not long after.
He wouldn’t meet my eyes. “It’s true.”
“How long?” I whispered.
“Does it matter?” Delaney asked.
“How. Long.”
Mason finally looked at me. “Six months.”
Six months. While I was grieving the loss of our unborn child and our combined dreams.

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“I loved you,” I said, and my voice broke on the words.
“I know,” Mason said. “But Oakley… after the miscarriage, after what the doctor said…”
“Don’t.” I held up my hand. “Don’t you dare.”
“You can’t carry another baby,” he continued anyway. “The doctor said the complications from the miscarriage made it impossible. I want to be a father, Oakley. Delaney can give me that.”
The cruelty of it stole my breath. I’d lost our child, my body had betrayed me, and now he was using it as justification for destroying our marriage.

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