Then Tilly slid the box toward me.
“This is what he’ll receive at the wedding.”
Inside was a framed family photo—taken when I was six months pregnant.
All of us together.
Except now… he didn’t belong in it.
The card read:
“You didn’t leave a marriage. You abandoned a family.
Build your new life without our money, our blessing, or our name.”
On the wedding day, we watched the livestream.
A delivery was handed to him at the altar.
He opened it.
The smile vanished. Then the color drained from his face.
Tilly stepped forward.
“You abandoned your pregnant wife and seven children,” she said.
Norman stood beside her. “And you’ll do it without our name or support.”
Guests turned. The ceremony froze.
Even Brielle looked shaken. “You said they were taken care of… You never said she was eight months pregnant.”
Beside me, Margot whispered, “Go grandma.”
I laughed softly, holding my stomach as the baby kicked again.
“Thank God we have them,” I said.
“You have all of us, Mom,” she replied.
