“I heard the families of outstanding graduates get invited on stage. Is that true?”

Idris’s smile froze.

His eyes darted around for a second before he waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t listen to rumors. It’s all complicated academic stuff. You wouldn’t understand it anyway, so don't worry about it.”

His words were a slap in the face.

The cupcake in my hand was nearly crushed.

His phone rang.

“A friend calling to congratulate me,” he muttered, already hurrying toward the balcony.

I watched him go.

His steps were steady, effortless, agile. He moved with an ease that betrayed no hint of a man with a severe spinal injury.

I quietly followed him out.

His voice was low and gentle.

“Phoebe, don't cry. Of course I love you. As soon as I finalize the new job tomorrow, I'll divorce her. I’ll give you and the baby a real home.”

So that was his plan.

The moment his brilliant future began—

I’d be thrown out like trash.

My hands shaking, I recorded every word.

Then I slid down the wall, silent tears tracking paths through the day’s grime on my cheeks.

This would not be my end.

That night, after Idris was sound asleep, I picked up his phone.

In the list of accounts he followed was a private Instagram.

The profile picture was blank.

Username: Starry_S.

The latest post was from this afternoon.

[Happy graduation, my dear husband, Dr. Crestwood.]

In the photo, Idris was holding his diploma, hugging Phoebe on stage.

My vision blurred as I scrolled down.

Yesterday:

[Have to dress up beautifully. A doctor's wife must attend the degree ceremony!]

Phoebe, in her white dress, stood on her toes to kiss him.

Last week:

[Our little miracle.]

A photo of an ultrasound scan.

Twenty-four weeks pregnant.

I couldn't look anymore. I wanted to smash the phone against Idris's smug, sleeping face.

Then another notification popped up.

Phoebe had posted again.

[Our new home is ready—a double joy!]

[Tomorrow is Idris's job celebration and our housewarming party. Friends, please come join us!]

[10 AM, 1006 Oak Avenue, Redwood Hills. Our family of three will be waiting for you!]