Never Forgive You, My Ex-Husband

HANNAH My husband’s collar had lipstick on it. It sure as hell wasn’t mine. I stared at the soft pink smear against the sharp cut of his lapel. It was faint, like someone had tried to wipe it away… Wait… do I even own this shade? I leaned in slightly. No. Definitely not mine. I don’t do pastels. My lipsticks are bolder. Deep berry, sometimes red. This one was too soft and sweet. No… I didn’t want to dwell on it. Maybe someone hugged him hello too close. Or bumped into him at a gallery. Lipstick stains aren’t proof of anything. “Something wrong, honey?” Nico, my husband said. I snapped out of it and shook my head with a smile. We sat by the window of a rooftop restaurant. Not gonna lie, this felt like our honeymoon in Florence. He’d picked the place simply because I loved the sea bass. Planning little dates like this has always been his way of showing me he cared. But for some reason, I felt uneasy… Why did it feel like something wasn’t right? Nico slid a small velvet box a

HANNAH “Good afternoon, Mrs. Mancini.” Dr. Ramirez came into the living room. “How are you feeling today?”I gave her a faint smile.“Better now,” I say. “Still stuffy, but the fever’s gone.”“That’s a good sign,” she nodded and sat down across from me. “ Let’s get started with a quick check-up.”Dr. Ramirez went through the usual checks. Blood pressure. Temperature. Pulse. I’d done this so many times before, but this time felt different. I just wanted good news.But then she paused. “Wait… according to your medication tracker, you haven’t logged any doses for almost a month.” Her voice tightened. “Is that right?”I hesitated, “Yes… I had that terrible cold, remember? I was taking cold medicine, and I didn’t want any interactions with the fertility drugs. So… I stopped for a bit.”Dr. Ramirez set the tablet down and looked at me, her brows drawing together. “Hannah, why didn’t you tell me?”“I thought I’d be fine once I got better. I didn’t think—” I stopped myself. “I didn’t want

HANNAHI didn’t wait for discharge papers. And I certainly didn’t want Nico to explain why he cheated.I just left the hospital to get away from him.When he tried to kiss me, like nothing had happened, I lost it. He tasted like lies.So I wasn’t overthinking these past few days. That lipstick, that strand of blonde hair, they were all proof he was cheating. And I was such a fool, making excuses after excuses for him!I couldn’t stay in the same house with Nico. Not after that. The thought of sleeping under the same roof with him made my stomach turn.I walked out into the night and hailed a cab. When I told the driver the address, a lump rose in my throat as a wave of overwhelming sadness crashed over me. This had been my home for seven years.For seven years, we had been the perfect couple. I had long seen him as my one and only source of support in this life. But he betrayed me, so easily.But I wasn’t Nico’s wife anymore. Not in my heart. I was going back, but only to pack my th

HANNAHI let Nico drive me to the hospital. Not because I forgave him. I just couldn’t risk losing this baby. The ride was dead quiet. Nico had both hands choking the wheel. He hit the brakes harder than he needed to. I could feel he was still pissed at David.My hand rested on my stomach. It still didn’t feel real that I was pregnant.When we got to the hospital, I didn't wait for Nico. I walked ahead and gave my name at the reception. A nurse finally stepped out with a clipboard in hand. She glanced around the waiting area.“Hannah Mancini?” she called.I walked into the exam room alone. It was strange being here without my doctor, Sydney. She had been part of every step of this journey. She was there when I cried over bad results. But now?All I could see was her holding that red lingerie in my living room. She even said she loved my husband. Fucking bitch.The exam room felt cold. A young doctor came in. She checked the chart in her hand.“Mrs. Mancini? I’m Dr. Alvarez. We’ll j

HANNAHSydney looked smaller somehow. Her eyes were red like she’d been crying.“Hannah,” she said. “Please… I just want to talk.”I almost laughed in her face. After everything, she thinks I want to hear a single word out of her mouth? Pathetic.“No,” I said, pushing the door shut. “We’re done here.”I didn’t care if she cried on my porch all night. But as I slammed the door, I heard her yelp. I opened it just enough to see her clutching her hand. She’d tried to stop the door with it.“Shit,” I muttered. I didn’t do it intentionally. I still felt guilty because her hand looked red.“Fine,” I snapped, stepping aside. “Come in. Sit down.”She stared at me in disbelief. Then, she walked past me while cradling her hand.“Paula!” I called out. The maid appeared from the kitchen. “Get the first aid kit. Now.”“Yes, ma’am.”Sydney sank into one of the dining chairs. She was in her regular clothes — tight dark jeans and a cream blouse. Her loose ponytail was a mess with strands falling out.