🔴 THE CAR DEALERSHIP OFFERED US CHAMPAGNE AFTER HE SIGNED THE PAPERS
I squeezed his hand so hard I thought I might break it, and he just smiled wider.
The air in the dealership was thick with the smell of new leather and desperation – I could taste the metal tang of fear in my own mouth. He kept talking about the “perfect family car,” but all I could see was the empty car seat in the back, mocking me, the sun glinting off its pristine plastic.
“Isn’t it great, honey? Finally, we’re going to be parents!” he boomed to the salesman, and I almost choked. It was *him*. This was all *him*.
And just as he was handed the keys, my phone started ringing with a ringtone I didn’t even recognize.
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I fumbled in my purse, heart hammering against my ribs, and pulled out the phone. The screen displayed a number I didn’t recognize, a string of digits that swam before my eyes. I wanted to ignore it, to scream at the universe to just *stop*, but something compelled me to answer.
“Hello?” My voice was a croak.
A small, reedy voice on the other end responded. “Is this… is this Sarah?”
“Yes,” I managed, barely.
“This is Mrs. Gable from the daycare. We have your child. There’s been an accident.”
My world fractured. The champagne flutes, the grinning salesman, the gleaming car – all dissolved into meaningless noise. The taste of metal in my mouth sharpened, overwhelming. “What… what happened?” I rasped, clutching the phone so tightly my knuckles were white.
“We’re at the hospital,” Mrs. Gable’s voice trembled. “He’s… he’s okay, but… you need to come. Please, come now.”
I looked up at him, his smile still plastered on his face, the keys dangling carelessly from his fingers. The “perfect family car” was now a gleaming coffin on wheels. The empty car seat, once mocking, now felt like a gaping void.
He was still beaming. “Everything’s going to be perfect, Sarah. We’re a family now!” He reached for my hand, his eyes bright with a possessive joy.
I pulled away, my gaze burning into his. The smile slowly faltered, confusion replacing the euphoria. I could practically smell his bewilderment.
Ignoring him completely, I spoke into the phone, my voice hardening with a resolve I didn’t know I possessed. “I’m on my way.” I hung up, then turned to him, my face a mask of controlled fury.
“You… you are not a father,” I said, each word a venomous whisper. “And you will never, *ever* be a father.”
I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, the keys falling from his numb fingers, the champagne untouched, the perfect family car now a symbol of a future that would never be. The hospital. That was where my family was waiting for me. And he wasn’t invited.