The world stopped moving. A hollow thudding reverberated in my ears, and in a split second, my entire body turned into one giant palpitating heart.
“What?”
He let out a deep sigh. "The baby is getting older, and Holly wants us to be a proper family. I feel like it's the right thing to do."
“The right thing to do was not to stick your dick in Holly in the first place.”
“Lisa, that’s not—”
“Not what? Not fair? Not right? And why in the hell is your whore so concerned about the sanctity of marriage now? It didn’t bother her when we were married.”
“Listen, I’m not gonna have you talk about the mother of my children that way. I know you’re upset but—”
“Children?”
Another deep sigh. "Holly's pregnant again."
A long silence passed between us before he spoke again.
“I’m sorry, gu— Lisa. I wanted you to hear it from me and not from any of our friends or families or on Facebook. You deserve that.”
I didn't answer him but instead ended the call. More silent tears rolled down my face as I leaned against the building.
"Lisa?" Sasha had come outside to check on me. One look at her concerned face was all it took to trigger the body-wracking sobs that engulfed me as she wrapped me in her arms.
“He’s getting married again,” I cried into her shoulder.
“That piece of shit,” she muttered while stroking my hair.
“And she’s pregnant…again.” I sniffled loudly and hugged her.
"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry."
She kept stroking my hair while I cried, and I don't know how long we were standing on the sidewalk when I heard Micaela's voice.
"Hey, is everything…" Her voice trailed off, and I felt Sasha's hand leave my head. "Okay?" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I'll see you inside."
I felt Sasha nod. I broke our hug and pulled away from her. I sniffled and wiped my face with the heel of my hand.
“How do I look?”
“Like your ex is marrying the slut he cheated on you with.”
I let out a watery chuckle. “Good. That’s the look I was going for.” I sniffled again.
"Do you want to go home?"
"Hell no! I was really looking forward to tonight, and I'm not going to let my piece-of-shit ex ruin this too." I drew in a deep breath and ran my fingers through my hair.
"Good! Go to the bathroom. Fix your face, and I'll order you a drink. One that actually has alcohol in it."
“Thanks, Sasha. I love you.”
"Shut up." She smiled, put her arm around my shoulder, and marched me back inside the restaurant.
When I returnedfrom the bathroom, the table was eerily quiet, but everyone had smiles plastered on their faces.
“Could y’all be any less obvious?” I laughed. My new group of friends didn’t do warm and fuzzy very well, but they were trying. Micaela broke first.
