The expression on his face was not concern. It was not guilt. It was something closer to distaste.
“I couldn’t stay with a woman with a big belly like you,” he said flatly. His voice carried farther than he seemed to realize. Several people nearby turned to look.
“It’s depressing,” he added. “I need my life back.”
Tessa offered a small, sympathetic smile. “Grant really tried,” she said softly. “But men have needs.”
Claire’s throat tightened. She kept her voice quiet and steady.
“You’re divorcing me when I’m about to give birth,” she said.
Grant shrugged. “You’ll survive. My lawyer will arrange child support. I’m not your caretaker.”
Then he slid another document across the bench. A marriage application receipt. He and Tessa were planning to wed the following week.
Claire looked at the paper. Then she looked at him.
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