Chapter 2

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I turned to see my girl on stage. "I see you, sweetie."

I saw Kevin's son too. Weirdly, he was in the same class as my daughter, doing the same dance. Kevin followed my gaze. There she was, this adorable little girl in a white tutu, waving right at me. His face just froze. He was staring at my daughter's face.

Because she looked exactly like me. The eyes, the nose, the mouth, everything. It was like looking at a mini-me.

"Sarah, holy crap. You can have kids?" Kevin stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief. "How many rounds of IVF did you go through to make this happen? You couldn't tie a man down, so you got pregnant? But he probably can't even afford clothes for you. Was it worth it?"

I glared at him. Last time around, Kevin and his mom were always on my case, saying I was shooting blanks. They forced me into all sorts of treatments, which made me feel terrible, not to mention the stress. He saw I wasn't saying anything and smirked.

"Guess leaving you was the best decision I ever made. Without you dragging me down, I'm successful, free, and rich. And now I have a son. Look at you, you look like you're about to start working the night shift as a waitress somewhere!"

Kevin got louder and more obnoxious, showing off his fancy watch. "Take a good look. Italian-made. You could never afford something like this. You deleted my number, now you're regretting it, right?"

I looked at it. Watches like that were just collecting dust in my house. I looked back at my daughter's performance. "Congrats," I muttered.

Kevin frowned, looking annoyed. "Sarah, can't you admit you regret it? Even a little?"

I was genuinely confused. "I'm living my life, you're living yours. What's to regret?"

Just then, Kevin's son on the stage kicked over a prop. "Dad, why do you always look at her and not me?"

The prop landed on my daughter, hard. "Ah!" My daughter fell down, clutching her back. The performance stopped. Everyone gasped.