Bury love in yesterday
Chapter 1
Seven months pregnant, and Mark drags me to
his high school reunion. Seriously? Like I don’t already feel like a whale.
Of course, he spends the whole night glued to Tiffany, his old high school crush. I swear, he was practically drooling.
Then, during some stupid game, Tiffany has to take a shot. And that’s when Mark suddenly remembers | exist, sitting over by the potted
plants.
“Hey, Sarah’s got a thing with alcohol, she can
take it for you.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I shoved the glass he
was trying to hand me away. “Seriously, Mark?
I’m pregnant! You want me to drink for her?”
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He hesitated, looking all flustered, and Tiffany
piped up, all sweetness and light. “Oh, it’s okay,
Mark. The baby’s pretty stable by now, she
said. “It’s probably fine to have a little bit, but I
don’t want to hurt the baby!”
Mark, naturally, lost it. Slammed his fist on the
table (almost knocking over the chips and dip),
and glared at me like I’d kicked his puppy.
“Sarah, get over it! This thing with Tiffany, are
you going to throw a fit for the rest of our
lives?”
“I’m going to drink it, it’s just a drink”
“Yeah, I am,” I snapped. “So she can sit here,
pretending she’s not trying to steal my husband
and destroy my marriage in front of everyone!”
With that, he grabbed my arm and dragged me
out of the restaurant, leaving the others to pay
the bill.
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One of Mark’s friend, Ethan, awkwardly patted
me on the shoulder as I sat in the car. “She’s
your wife, she’s pregnant, you sure about that bro?”
Mark sighed, “She’s not going to do anything, she’s got nothing better to do than mooch off
- me. I can do what I want and she’ll follow me
around for the rest of my life.”
“You’re a master of you wife”
His words just made me angry.
Laying on the operating table I was sick of him
calling and telling me to come home and pick
him up.
I told the doctor “let’s get this over with.”
- 1.
Mark and his group of friends left.
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I was still coughing from all the booze and the
baby was jumping all over the place.
The server saw me acting strange and sent me
to the hospital.
Laying on the operating table.
Mark kept texting me.
Demanding I drive out to pick him up because
the bar was cold and he needed a jacket. And
while I was out he needed a jacket for Tiffany.
I ignored him.
When the doctor came in, he was mad “how
could you drink when you’re pregnant?!”
“That much alcohol can hurt the baby, there’s
no point in trying to save it.”
“Since you’re so far along you will have to
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deliver the baby, are you sure you don’t want
the dad to be here?”
That made my blood run cold.
Everyone knew not to drink while pregnant.
But Mark didn’t care.
Thinking about how protective he was of Tiffany.
I looked away “no point.”
I was going to wait until after the baby was
born to get married.
I don’t have to worry about that now.
I have to stay here and get surgery.
