Twice Cast Aside
I was thrown out someone else's door twice before I even turned thirty. The first time was during my marriage with Donald Stern, a businessman. When it was time for my pregnancy checkup, I found out he was making love to a college girl right in front of the 100th floor's window.
He called me a childish woman and threw me out the door. My father told me that all wealthy men cheated sooner or later.
To prove people wrong, I married my childhood friend of ten years, Shawn Foster. He was accepting and caring of me. He did not mind that my ex-husband still sent apology gifts every year.
He did not even mind that we had no children after three years of marriage.
Every time we were going at it and reaching the climax, he would nibble on my ear and whisper, "We don't need children. All I need is you."
On our anniversary, he brought home a woman I had never seen before and ordered the butler to throw my luggage out of the main bedroom.
I clenched the pregnancy test I had not yet shown him. With a trembling voice, I asked, "What's the meaning of this?"
A cigarette sat between his fingers. He had a look on his face that said he had just heard the biggest joke getting cracked.
"Drop the act already, Yvonne. Haven't you learned anything from Donald dumping you?"