The live call was still connected, and Gary Litt's familiar voice kept going, "You're the mother of a three-year-old. Come on, sweetheart, stop acting like a child."I rested a hand on my slightly rounded belly, my heart turning ice-cold.For a while, Gary had kept telling me how busy he was: busy saving up for our wedding fund, busy trying to buy a car and a house.Once, during a phone call, I heard a small child crying and fussing near him and asked about it offhandedly.He explained right away, "It's a coworker's kid. I can't wait for the day you give me a baby of our own. I bet they'll be just as adorable as you."So I stopped doubting him. I tried hard to get pregnant with this child, wanting to surprise him.I never imagined he'd already had a child with another woman and built a family with her.A woman's coy, whining voice came through the computer, "I'm not imagining things! Then tell me, who's this woman sending you money?"A few seconds of silence followed, and my he
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