Better After Goodbye
“MY NEW WIFE ALREADY GAVE ME TWO KIDS — SOMETHING YOU COULDN’T DO FOR TEN YEARS!” my ex-husband sneered when I accidentally ran into him at the clinic.
He looked so pleased with himself, like a child showing off a shiny new toy.
“So, you finally decided to check yourself?” he added cruelly.
A heavily pregnant woman stepped up behind him, placing a possessive hand on his arm.
“THIS IS LIZA, MY WIFE! WE’RE EXPECTING OUR THIRD!”
His eyes glimmered with triumph — he wanted to watch me break.
Before I could respond, my husband stepped out from the café holding a bottle of water and placed a gentle hand on my waist.
“Honey, everything okay? Who’s this?” he asked, immediately sensing my discomfort.
I turned back to my ex with a calm smile and said the words I knew would wipe the smirk off his face:
“Oh, just someone from my previous life. I’m actually here for a follow-up… my SURROGATE is due in three weeks with our twins.”
His jaw fell open.
He looked back and forth between me and my husband like his brain couldn’t process it.
“It… can’t be!” he sputtered. “You… you were never able to—”
“My doctors told me the same thing,” I interrupted, “but then I left you, met a man who actually loved and supported me… and suddenly everything became possible. Funny how that works.”
Liza blinked awkwardly, glancing at him.
My husband just wrapped his arm around me proudly.
“And for the record…” I added softly as I leaned in closer, “…infertility was never the real problem in our marriage. Cruelty was.”
The color drained from my ex’s face.
As we walked away, I finally felt it — that weight I’d carried for years? Gone.
In the reflection of the clinic doors, I saw him still standing there — stunned, silent, and suddenly very, very small.
Meanwhile, I was stepping into my new life, where love grows…
not because someone demands it — but because someone truly deserves it.