Blocked on Our Wedding Anniversary
Language: en
On our eighth anniversary, clutching the laboratory report that confirmed my pregnancy, I sent Marcus a text. "Can you come pick me up from the clinic? We're finally having a baby." A red exclamation mark flared on the screen. "Message failed to send. You are no longer on this user's contact list." I stared at those cold system words for a very long time. This was hardly the first time. Whenever he lost a drinking game or some juvenile dare with his younger colleagues, it was always the same drill—delete my contact, block my number, change the front door keycode. The designated target of…