He Chose Her, I Left with My Daughter

Ever since I tied the knot with Connor Steele, he ditched his playboy ways and cut off all his side flings.

Everyone thought I had him wrapped around my finger, with our perfect little family. But that all came crashing down on our ninth anniversary when I accidentally saw his group chat with his friends.

[Connor, how was that Bentley ride with Ashley yesterday? Pretty wild, huh?]

[We tried every spot imaginable. She's totally obsessed with me and can't get enough.]

There was a steamy photo of them attached, and the group was blowing up with cheers and congrats, wishing them happiness ever after.

I stared at the screen, feeling a sharp stab of pain hit me right in the chest. It turned out that all our happy moments were just a carefully staged performance.

I sat there in a daze all night, waiting for him to get home. When he finally walked in with a cake, I let out a cold laugh. "I know everything now. Aren't you sick of faking it?"

"What are you talking about?" Connor Steele's sharp eyes flashed with sarcasm. "I cleared my schedule today just to celebrate with you. Don't be a buzzkill."

He pulled a fancy watch from the gift box and moved to slip it onto my wrist. "Your anniversary present."

The watch had a cool, unique face and a shiny band. I recognized it right away—the same rare piece he and his alumna, Ashley Davenport, had bid on at a high-end auction.

Once, I'd treasure anything from him, even a random flower he picked off the street, and keep it like it was gold. But now? I just yanked my hand away. "Don't bother. Just put it down."

He frowned, fighting to keep his cool. "Why the attitude? Mad I got home late? Ashley's cat went missing, and she freaked out. I spent hours helping her find it, so yeah, I missed our dinner."

Ashley was his junior from college, the one he had been hooking up with in all sorts of ways.

I stared him down, thinking back to when our dog got sick, throwing up and having diarrhea. Panicked and clueless, I had called him, but he had brushed me off irritably. "Just take it to the vet. Don't bug me with every little thing. I'm in the middle of an important deal."

Holding back my tears, I had rushed the dog to different vets, stayed up for the IV treatments, and nursed it back to health.

Now, for a similar emergency, he blew off our big anniversary to help Ashley.

Connor narrowed his eyes. "Seriously? Digging up old records now? Blaming me for not pampering you or giving you more cash? You married me and had my child. You've got the title and the wealth, while Ashley has nothing. Why are you giving me that attitude?"

His words hit hard, my heart twisting up before I could even react. I got what he meant: I had the spot