The Fragile Facade

Summary

The day before New Year's Eve, Arthur Sterling walked downstairs fully dressed.

I was putting up festive window decals.

He walked over to me. "I won't be home for the holidays. Will you be okay by yourself?"

Before I could even ask why.

He said, "She's pregnant. The baby is mine. I need to be with her."

My hand trembled, and the red paper fluttered softly to the floor.

"Why are you only telling me this now?"

Watching him stand there in silence, I knew our marriage was over.

I forced the words out: "Arthur... let's get a divorce."