“Eight months after divorcing me because I “couldn’t give him a family,”

Men laughing.

Glasses clinking.

Ryan was probably surrounded by his groomsmen in some luxury hotel suite, already drinking champagne before breakfast.

Then he lowered his voice.

“Lauren’s pregnant.”

I closed my eyes.

Not because the news hurt.

Not anymore.

Because I knew what he wanted.

He had not called to invite me.

He had called because he wanted to hear something break.

“You still there?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“She’s twelve weeks.”

I heard the smile in his voice.