I Was 8 Months Pregnant When My Husband Traded Our Family for a Fitness Model – The Gift I Sent to Their Wedding Altar Left the Guests in Total Sh0ck

She frowned. “Is that… Brielle?”

I set the phone down. “He should be ashamed.”

At the grocery store, my card was declined. Twice.

The cashier lowered her voice. “You can try another one.”

But there wasn’t another one.

The kids stood around me—George placing candy on the counter, Sophie asking about cereal, Marcus trying not to look worried.

I started putting things back. Strawberries. Juice. Cheese.

Then diapers.

A woman behind me offered, “I’ll pay.”

I shook my head. “No, thank you.”

“It’s fine.”

“I’ve got it,” I said, forcing a smile.

What I meant was: I have seven children watching me. I won’t let them see me break.

In the parking lot, I sent them to sit at the nearby benches with ice cream cones.

“Stay where I can see you,” I told Margot.