The 13th Call to My Husband at the Crematorium novel Chapter 3

That summer afternoon.

My parents had just attended my cousin's wedding, and they were driving home, sharing funny stories from the event.

I had just told them I was pregnant, and they were over the moon.

I hung up the phone, planning to text Caleb to share the good news when I suddenly got a voicemail from an unknown number.

The message was just Caleb's voice.

He said:

"Mr. and Mrs. Blake have done so much for me, I can never repay them."

"If it weren't for them, I would've divorced you a long time ago."

"Thank god Madison's first child didn't make it."

"Otherwise, I honestly wouldn't know how to face her kid…"

My whole body shook.

I had always known Caleb didn't love me.

But I never imagined he could hate me this much.

I chose to give up.

The doctor had warned me not to make any decisions alone, but there was no family to keep an eye on me.

I had managed to hide the truth for a while, but not forever.

I told the doctor that my family was gone, that no one cared about me anymore.

I still remember the look in his eyes—full of pity.

It was a hot day, but I felt freezing cold.

I tightened my coat, opened the door to the house, and saw Caleb sitting on the couch.