After 3 years without a child, my ex-husband dumped me, cut off support, and drove me out.

at him. “You froze my accounts?”

“Our accounts,” he corrected.

Celeste lifted her hand then, showing off a diamond ring I had once found hidden in Adrian’s desk drawer.

“Don’t worry,” she said sweetly. “I’ll give him children.”

That hurt more than the rain.

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