I Understand His Regret, So I Replaced Him Too Chapter 12

I Understand His Regret, So I Replaced Him Too Chapter 12

Sullivan started showing up at my office more often.

Tristan smirked at me. “Is Mr. Hayes here to stake his claim??”

“Every employee and partner at Hayes & Co. knows I’m his wife. But they still call Daphne ‘Mrs.

Hayes’ behind closed doors.”

“There’s no need to stake one’s claim.”

“Either you have it, or you don’t.”

By the end of the month, I heard she’d given birth.

It was a boy.

I’d thought Sullivan would be there around the clock, doting on her and the baby.

But he came home on time every evening. On nights I worked late, he’d wait for me in the parking

lot.

“Is that a good idea?” I asked him. “It’s already unfair enough that you’ve never given her a proper place by your side.”

“Now the kid’s born and you’re barely around?”

“I never meant for her to get pregnant.” His voice was flat. “But it happened. I thought if it was a

girl… maybe.”

The child I’d lost was a girl.

I laughed. A hollow sound. “Sullivan. You really…”

Every time I thought my disgust for him had hit rock bottom, he managed to sink even lower.

On Tristan’s birthday, I posted a picture on social media for the first time in years.

No face. Just a cake.

Sullivan’s twenty-second birthday. That was our lowest point.

I couldn’t afford a real cake. I stuck a candle in a Twinkie and called it a day.

This cake I made myself.

As Tristan blew out the candles and made a wish, I whispered “Happy birthday.”

The words weren’t for him.

They were for Sullivan, at twenty-two years old.