When Aaron finally walked in, we all shouted, “Surprise!” But the laughter quickly died. He wasn’t alone. He held another woman’s hand. With a smug smile, he raised his glass and announced that we were divorcing — and that she was his fiancée. The air seemed to vanish. I stood frozen, humiliated in front of everyone I loved. But instead of breaking down, something inside me snapped into focus. I tapped my glass and said calmly, “I have an announcement too. I’m pregnant. Eight weeks.”
