The next morning, I woke up with a heavy heart, the weight of everything pressing down on me as the events of the previous day replayed in my mind. Chris was still asleep beside me, his arm draped over my waist, and I lay there motionless, staring at the ceiling.
I knew today would be difficult. Stella's birthday party was just a few hours away, and I had to put on the best act of my life, pretending everything was normal. I had to smile, laugh, and celebrate the woman whose world I was on the verge of shattering.
But how could I? How could I stand there celebrating with my best friend while hiding the fact that I was pregnant with her husband's child?
I slowly slid out of bed, careful not to wake Chris, and made my way to the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my face p
