I Was 8 Months Pregnant When My Husband Traded Our Family for a Fitness Model – The Gift I Sent to Their Wedding Altar Left the Guests in Total Shock

“Why do you have a suitcase?” I asked.

The nursery smelled like fresh paint and baby powder.

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He set it down beside the door. “I can’t do this anymore.”

I laughed because the alternative was throwing up. “Do what, exactly, sweetie?”

“The noise, the diapers, the chaos, Savannah.”

His hand moved toward my stomach.

“And this.”

For a second, the whole room went so quiet I heard Wren kick hard, like she objected.

I stared at him. “You picked an odd time to mention that, considering the baby is almost here, Evan. The baby you said we should keep, despite my age and health concerns.”