We weren’t married, so technically, Aidan wasn’t lying.
His words cut deep, and I moved to lift the curtain. But my hand paused because ripping that veil would break me.
After Sophie was settled, I left the hospital.
At home, a delivery arrived with a bouquet of my favorite roses, but the name on the card wasn’t mine.
It read, [Happy birthday, Miss Newman!]
To my surprise, it was also Isabella’s birthday.
Back in college, Aidan had spent a week’s wages on my birthday, buying a cake and roses. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I burst into tears and hugged him.
Now things had changed.
