I woke up in an unfamiliar, sterile room. Even before I opened my eyes, the smells and sounds told me that I was in the hospital.

I opened my eyes to see my best friend, Anna, sitting beside me. That’s when all the memories came crashing back in.

The baby. The gift box. Julian.

That woman – Olivia.

My smile faltered. “Hi,” I said, my voice coming out in a rasp.

“Hey,” Anna said, hurrying over to the sink to fill a little paper cup with water for me. “I’m so happy you’re awake.”

“At least someone is,” I muttered under my breath.

Anna sat down in the vinyl armchair that she’d scooted up against my bed. I could feel her energy shift. She wanted to talk about something serious.

“So, I saw you on the news,” she started. “I mean, I saw Julian on the news, and I thought I caught you in the background of the shot. I decided to drive over to company headquarters.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed quiet.

“When I got there, everyone was gone but you. You were lying on the asphalt, alone.” Anna sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes igniting with fierce protectiveness. “They left you there by yourself. Anything could have happened to you.

“I don’t understand this blind loyalty you have toward him, Amber. He forgot your birthday. Some nights he just doesn’t come home. He says he’s at the office, but you have no way to know for sure because you aren’t allowed to go there. He’s not good for you. He doesn’t care about you. He’s using you.”

Her voice gradually grew more intense. Clearly, as my friend, she had seen too many instances where Julian didn’t pay attention to me.

This conversation had happened more than once. I could only steer the topic away.

“You brought me here?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. Part of me had hoped that Julian had been the one to call for help, to check me in, to handle the paperwork.

Wasn’t that what husbands were supposed to do for their wives?

Anna nodded. “Something really bad could’ve happened if I didn’t show up, Amber.”

“Thank you,” I replied, my voice almost a whisper. Embarrassment flushed through my body.

Anna fidgeted in her seat, like she wanted to say something else. I watched her, wondering what my normally opinionated friend could possibly be hesitant to bring up.

A nurse came in, carrying Jello on a tray. I picked one small, clear plastic cup of red gelatin and thanked her. I dug in with my little plastic spoon.

“Why haven’t you told me?” Anna asked.

My heart sunk for what felt like the hundredth time that day. The gift box. Where was it?

“You found the pregnancy test?” I asked.

“Of course I did. It was lying on the sidewalk, next to your lifeless body.” Anna shook her head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

What could I say? How could I explain how much I wished this could be a normal pregnancy, between a normal husband and wife? I could only smile bitterly.

Anna looked at me, then shook her head. “The news isn’t even pretending to be unbiased; they’re all shipping Julian and that woman, Olivia.”

I set down my spoon, my appetite suddenly too small, even for Jello.

“It’s not just the news, either. When I was checking you into the hospital, the staff was fangirling over the new ‘power couple.’ The rumor is that Julian booked Olivia’s prenatal checkups here.”

While everyone was so excited about Julian and Olivia, none of them cared about me. None of them realized that their beloved Alpha was already married. None of them knew that secret wife was pregnant as well.

Is she here, in this hospital, too? I thought.

“Look,” Anna said, “I know you wish things were different, but Julian is moving on with his life. That has never been more apparent than today.”

I didn’t like where she was going with this. I considered pushing the button to call the nurse, but I didn’t know what I would tell her when she arrived.

Sorry, my best friend wants to have a conversation that I’m not ready to hear yet. Hope you didn’t have anything serious to do right now.

Anna took my hand, careful not to disturb the skin where the IV needle connected to my veins.

“Amber, I think you should consider giving up the baby. Julian left you, passed out, in the parking lot today. Does he really seem like ‘father of the year’ material?” she asked.

He’s so drunk, I thought. He’ll never remember this. He won’t even remember who I am.

In that moment, though, I didn’t care. I was too enveloped in his soft, insistent lips on mine, his tongue flicking into my mouth. I was too distracted by the damp heat spreading inside my panties.

When Julian pulled away from me, taking my hand and pulling me towards the bar door, I didn’t resist. When Julian opened the door to the car waiting outside and ushered me inside, I didn’t tell him I had to go home. When Julian undressed me in his room, I didn’t tell him to stop.

That was the first night we slept together. That was the first night I slept with anyone. Julian was so kind, insistent on my pleasure and my comfort, demonstrating what I could do to feel good and to make him feel good.

After that, we became friends with benefits. It wasn’t what I wanted from him. I couldn’t deny that I was in love with him, the crush I’d developed on him only strengthened by our physical chemistry.

Despite the temptation I felt to continue sleeping with him, knowing that Julian didn’t return my feelings was too painful. I decided that I would break up with him, for both of our best interests.

When I asked to end our situation, though, Julian surprised me. He asked me to marry him instead. Or rather, he asked me to sign a marriage contract, with the condition that our relationship would be kept secret. And he would give me income by month.

I understood the logistics of our secrecy, and some part of me realized that, despite our history, Julian still didn’t see me as a legitimate partner. I was ecstatic anyway, hopeful that in marriage Julian would realize my value. After all, marriage tied us together permanently.

I decided not to pursue my medical career to become his housewife, and for a long time, that life was enough for me. We still had a vibrant sex life that stoked the flames of my love for him, and the day-to-day responsibilities of caring for him fulfilled me for a while.

I loved preparing dinner from him, always anticipating the look of bliss when he raised a forkful of his favorite meal to his lips. At night, when thoughts of what my life could have been threatened to occupy my mind, I would look at him sleeping next to me, and the thoughts would disappear. He looked so innocent at night, the muscles in his face relaxing, softening his features.

And at night, when he’d peruse his documents on the sofa, sitting on the covers I’d carefully woven for him, I would sit in the armchair near him, reading a book, and sometimes he would reach over and pat my hand.

Even though I was an afterthought compared to the rest of Julian’s busy life, he treated me well. And I got to be with him.

I thought of the gift box, then pushed the thought away. I just needed to talk to Julian.

I pushed myself out of bed, wanting to go find a nurse to ask if the baby was okay after my fall.

When I stepped outside, though, I ran into Olivia. I guessed the rumors were true. She was here for her prenatal check-up.

He’d found out I fainted. He’d come here to check on me. I was surprised, but my heart soared with hope that the whole day had been one strange misunderstanding.

Then he shielded Olivia behind him, as though I were a threat to her. He frowned. “What are you doing here?”