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

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Evan picked up the suitcase.

I didn’t scream. I sat there on the nursery floor with one hand on my belly and listened to him walk out of the room we had painted together three days earlier.

When I heard the front door close, Wren kicked again.

“Yeah, baby,” I said. “I know.”

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That night, I slept on the couch because the stairs were too much.

Marcus couldn’t find his reading folder for school. Phoebe cried because Sophie had snapped the head off a toy horse. Elliot spilled milk. Mary packed lunches without being asked.

Evan picked up the suitcase.

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