After I found out I got pregnant, I went to church to seek blessings. That’s when I found it – a wish card he’d written just two weeks ago. “Cynthia, happy birthday! May you live a peaceful and joyful life.” Cynthia. My husband’s ex-girlfriend. Again. I went back home and threw the wish card at Samuel. His face darkened. “It’s just a blessing. Why making such a fuss about it?” Making a fuss? I laughed in a trance, tears streaming down my face. Samuel had forgotten. The day he wrote that wish for Cynthia was our third wedding anniversary. All he remembered was her birthday.
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