After Three Chances, I Choose Divorce

Yvonne's POV

A full year had passed from the day I discovered my husband, Harvey Lupton, was cheating on me to the day I learned I was pregnant. Only then did the answer finally reveal itself. I had expected heartbreak, tears, maybe even a complete breakdown, but all I felt was peace of the bleakest kind.

I had already cried through too many nights, and finally, the endless waiting had come to an end.

In the world of grown-ups, some things went without saying. I took the cue and turned to leave.

Harvey, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up. "You shouldn't use the child as a joke, Yvonne. You should just be grateful for what you have and stop making a scene. Rebecca is an orphan with no one else to turn to. Why do you insist on making things difficult for her?"

I turned to Harvey, looking utterly baffled. "You think I'm making a scene here? I didn't blast your affair with Rebecca to the world, nor did I go out of my way to confront her and demand she leave you. I simply held up your past promises and vows to your face. Is that making a scene? Is that being ungrateful?

"Did you expect me to watch you cheat over and over again and pretend I didn't see it? I am neither blind nor deaf, Harvey, and I could never spend my life pretending to be."

I had already run out of tears and swore never to cry for Harvey again, but no matter how hard I tried, the tears kept falling.

Harvey, who would once panic at the sight of my tears, now looked on indifferently. He then scoffed, his words cutting as he said, "I only stepped in because Rebecca was sick and had no one to look after her, yet you used the child to threaten me. How long are you going to use the past to guilt-trip me?

"You ought to know that people change after some time, Yvonne. I used to love you deeply in the past, but love changes over time."

I was deeply hurt by Harvey's remarks. I understood then that his love was something that could shift and drift away at will. I was never the only one who held it—it had gone to Rebecca Sherman. He had withdrawn his love for me, which was why he kept cheating on me with Rebecca.

I used to think our past was something beautiful and that I was giving both of us an opportunity, but to Harvey, it was just guilt-tripping.

I suddenly felt our memories rush toward me like malicious spirits, drowning me completely.

I grew pale and almost collapsed, but my hand instinctively reached out to protect my stomach. I felt a sharp, biting pain shooting through my heart, even though it had grown completely numb long ago.

Harvey tossed his cigarette aside and hurried forward to support me when he noticed my condition.

I hurriedly pushed him away, as the warmth that once came from his touch now turned my stomach. I leaned against the wall and vomited uncontrollably, tears and sweat running down my face. I trembled uncontrollably as my emotions overwhelmed me.

Harvey turned pale with fright and called a nurse over, wanting to have me sedated.

I instinctively pushed them away with a shaking hand. After all, I couldn't take sedatives while pregnant.

I lay on the bed for a while before slowly calming down. Harvey remained by my side, giving me an apple he had peeled himself once I had steadied myself. I didn't take it but simply turned my head away, refusing to look at him.