He Wanted to Erase Our Marriage at Dinner

Instead I was sitting under my own chandelier while my husband used infertility against me as grounds to erase me.

My hand drifted down to my stomach before I could stop it.

Ashley saw.

Her eyes sharpened, then narrowed.

“What?” she said.

I took my hand back.

Nothing.

Ethan was still talking, something about clean legal paths and avoiding unnecessary publicity continue reading …