Discarded for His First Love

At dinner, I picked up the wrong phone.

A message had just popped up on the screen, from a contact saved as "The One I Can Never Have."

*Aaron, I'm divorced and back in the country. Will you come pick me up tomorrow night?*

I froze.

A second later, Aaron came out of the kitchen with our daughter, her hands freshly washed.

He saw the phone still lit up in my hand, and he didn't even frown.

"You saw it?"

My fingers tightened around the phone.

"Aren't you going to explain?"

His tone was offhand.

"She's my first love. The one woman I've loved most in this life. She's divorced now, so—"