Unfulfilled Promises
I had been married to Adrian Foster for six years when I finally conceived his child.
However, the doctor’s reaction upon hearing Adrian’s name left me frozen.
"I clearly recall that Mrs. Foster already gave birth to a son here two years ago. She’s a famous actress, and she and Mr. Foster made the perfect couple."
I stared at her in disbelief. "What are you talking about? We’re legally married. We have a certificate!"
"There’s no mistake. Mr. Foster is someone notable, and he doted on his wife. He was always by her side."
I stormed out of the hospital in anger, but my hope was shattered when the lawyer confirmed that my marriage certificate was a forgery.
The world tilted into darkness. My ears rang, my surroundings blurred, and I could no longer hear a thing.
At last, I understood.
He had never been my husband. He had never once looked forward to the child growing within me.
With shaking hands, I dialed my family’s number, and in my heart, I swore that this merciless liar would burn in hell.