Who's the Poor Thing Now?

My husband's brother dies before my husband and I marry. My mother-in-law has never liked me, and my husband is a mommy's boy. He listens to her when she forces him to remain in mourning for his brother—within the next three years, we can only register our marriage but not have a wedding.

To help his widowed sister-in-law past these difficult times, my husband runs over to her place every few days, leaving me alone at home.

Anyone who isn't in the know would think I'm the widow!

My scheming sister-in-law even tells her child to address my husband as their father instead of uncle.

I sneer. "How shameless of you to want your brother-in-law to care for two families at once. Thank goodness the child in my womb doesn't have such a disgusting father."

The food on the table had gone cold, so I heated it up again.

Then, I just sat silently on the couch with my eyes open from 6:00 pm until midnight.

Yesterday, Troy Hoffman had promised he would come home to celebrate my birthday.

Maybe it had just been too long since we had had any time to ourselves, so I got all excited the next day. I rushed off to the grocery store early in the morning, then came back and cooked up a feast.

But he didn't come back. He didn't even call or send a message to explain.

At 8:00 pm, I tried to reach him, only to hear that his phone was powered off.

It was a quarter past twelve when Troy finally walked through the doors, carrying the chill of the night with him. His fingers were ice-cold.

He handed me a bouquet of roses and looked at me apologetically. "Happy birthday, honey."

Who knew when the flowers had been bought—the edges were already curled and wilted.

I didn't take them. "My birthday's over."

Troy took off his coat by the door. "It's okay. I'll make it up to you."

I reminded him, "It's not your place to say, 'it's okay.' That should come from the person who got stood up, not the one who broke his promise."

He walked over and bent down to hug me, his tone gentle as he said, "Come on, honey, don't be mad. I was wrong, okay? It was just really busy today."

He then glanced at the table and said in an exaggerated tone, "Wow, look at all this delicious food. You're amazing, honey!"

"Gary said you weren't at the office today. So tell me, what exactly kept you so busy? You didn't even call me once and just left me waiting at home all day."

Troy stiffened slightly. "I—"

"You can't say it? Then I'll say it for you. Let me guess—something happened over at Stacy's place again, right?

"The little one couldn't sleep because of nightmares? Or maybe he got hurt and every doctor in the world dropped dead, so Stacy had to call you? I've heard all those excuses a