Birth Night Betrayal
Language: en
At two in the morning, my water broke, and I was staring blankly at Ethan's latest Snapchat message. "Vanessa's bathroom pipe burst, and her kid was so scared he got a fever. I'm going to help out. Won't be back tonight." Immediately after, an Instagram notification popped up, a red dot. From Vanessa. The photo showed a man's hand holding a wrench, fixing a pipe, sleeves rolled up, revealing a long, firm forearm. The watch I'd scrimped and saved to buy him gleamed under the light, a painful stab in my eyes. The caption: "So grateful to have you in this city. Leo's fever is down, and…