After His Affair, She Aborted His Secret Child

I smoothed the crisp white tablecloth over our dining table, carefully adjusting the fold until it hung perfectly even on all sides. Ten years. A decade of love, sacrifice, and building a life together deserved more than just a casual celebration. The ivory candles cast a warm, golden glow across our Downtown LA loft, transforming the modern space into something intimate and magical.

"What do you think, Baxter? Too much?" I asked, glancing down at our dachshund curled at my feet. His soulful eyes followed my movements as I stepped back to survey my work. He gave a small, approving whine that made me smile.

The shower timer beeped down the hall, signaling that Ryan would be out soon. My stomach fluttered with anticipation. We'd been so busy lately—him with investor meetings for his tech startup, me handling the operational side of things from the shadows as always. This anniversary felt especially significant, a reminder that despite the chaos of building a business together, our foundation remained unshakable.

I stretched to hang the last strand of fairy lights over our bookshelf, creating a canopy of tiny stars above the collection of novels and business books we'd accumulated over the years. The juxtaposition seemed fitting—romance and practicality, just like us. With careful movements, I placed the heart-shaped card against the wine glasses. "10 years strong," it read in my neatest handwriting. Simple, but true.

The delivery from Vincenti had arrived right on schedule. I unwrapped the containers of fusilli al forno, bruschetta, and tiramisu, arranging them on our best serving dishes and covering them with white linen napkins to keep them warm. The rich aroma of garlic, basil, and tomato filled the air, mingling with the scent of the candles.

"He's going to love this," I whispered to myself, imagining Ryan's face when he saw the effort I'd put into marking our milestone. Ten years since we'd met at UCLA, since he'd asked for my number after that economics lecture. Ten years of building dreams together, of me stepping away from my marketing career to help him launch his vision. It had been worth it. We were partners in every sense.

Baxter suddenly perked up, his ears twitching as he detected movement from the bathroom. I quickly dimmed the overhead lights, letting the candles and fairy lights create the perfect ambiance. Everything was ready.

I moved to the living area to straighten the throw pillows on our gray sectional sofa—the one we'd spent three weekends debating before purchasing. The small details mattered tonight. I wanted everything to be perfect, a physical manifestation of the care I'd put into our relationship for a decade.

Ryan's iPhone buzzed on the coffee table, screen lighting up with a notification. I glanced at it absently, not intending to pry but unable to avoid seeing the preview that flashed across his lock screen.

From: Chloe 💋

"Can't wait for tonight, baby ❤️ Just picked up that lace thing you..."

My hand froze mid-adjustment of a pillow.