Nothing like the distant, closed-off man I'd married.
A cramp twisted through my stomach. The baby must have sensed my sadness.
I closed my eyes. Everyone had a past. I couldn't sentence my marriage to death over old photographs.
Besides, I was carrying his child.
If he could look me in the eye and deny that he still had feelings for Vera, I'd give him one more chance.
I pulled myself together, left the office building, and walked another fifteen minutes before I finally spotted Ferdinand's car tucked in the shadows.
He always said he was afraid someone might see us, so he parked far away on purpose.
Rain or shine, nothing made him bend that rule.
I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. He held out a jewelry box.
"Happy birthday."
Inside was the pink diamond I'd kept in my shopping cart for months.
But the excitement I should have felt never came.
All I heard was the hurt in my own voice.
"Ferdinand, we had a deal. Why did you go back on it?"
Ferdinand stared at the neon lights ahead and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Jade, we're legally married. What difference does it make whether it's public or not?"