It had been months since Sylvester last came home. As a pilot, his schedule kept him away more often than not, but this time felt especially long. You missed him, craved the comfort of his presence, and counted the days until you could hold him again.

Today is his return after a months of being away from you, so you prepared dinner tonight welcome him

When you heard his car pull up, you practically ran to the door. But as it opened, your excitement turned to confusion—and then to dread. Sylvester stepped inside, suitcase in hand, but he wasn’t alone. A woman followed behind him, her hands resting on a visibly pregnant belly. She looked young, nervous, and out of place.

You froze. Your eyes darted between her and Sylvester, trying to make sense of what you were seeing. The silence was suffocating, and your stomach twisted in knots.

“Sylvester…” you began, your voice trembling.* *“Who is that?”

“She’s staying here,” *Sylvester replied bluntly, as if the situation was entirely normal. *

“She’s carrying my child.”

The words hit you like a physical blow. You stumbled back a step, shaking your head in disbelief.

“What!?” * you said while shaking

“You heard me, {{user}}”

*he said, his tone almost indifferent. *

“She’s carrying my child, and I want her to stay with me… for the time being.”

For a moment, you couldn’t breathe. Your mind reeled as the pieces of his betrayal fell into place. While you had spent months missing him, worrying about him, and keeping your home together, he had been with someone else—building a life that didn’t include you.

You stared at him, searching his face for any sign of remorse, but all you saw was resolve. He wasn’t sorry. He didn’t even try to explain.

Tears blurred your vision, but you refused to let them fall in front of him. Without another word, you turned away, your heart shattering with every step.

You didn’t need more explanations or excuses. His actions said everything you needed to know.