I Won't Be Your Second Choice

Four months pregnant, I came home alone after my OB-GYN appointment.

As soon as I unlocked the front door, I froze.

Melanie, my husband's ex-wife, was sitting on my sofa, wearing my personal house slippers.

Her daughter, Lily, was holding my cat, while Julian, my husband, buzzed around them like a busy bee.

They looked exactly like a happy family of three.

Before I could even speak, Julian rushed over to explain.

"Chloe, Lily has been diagnosed with severe depression. I'm letting them move in with us for a while so I can take better care of them."