My Love for my Ex-husband Never Came Back

After receiving a prenatal injection, I received an anonymous video on my phone.

In the video, a man sang nursery rhymes with a little boy wearing a birthday hat.

He dabbed a bit of cream on his finger and smiled as he smeared it on a woman's nose. Then he bent down to kiss it away.

My phone slipped from my hand to the floor, and I trembled all over uncontrollably.

The scar on the inside of the man's wrist was an old one, left from the time he saved me.

Around his neck hung the pendant I had fetched for him from a famous church to ensure his safety.

When I returned home, the expansive riverside apartment felt empty.

The housekeeper brought some herbal soup meant to stabilize my pregnancy. She sighed and placed it on the table.

"Mr. Stewart has a social engagement this evening and won't be home for dinner."

It was the tenth night he had used this excuse not to come home.

I removed the diamond ring that symbolized our love and called the lawyer.

I didn't want to wait any longer. My husband, Bruce Stewart, had given his tenderness to another woman and was not worth my love.