The Wife He Threw Away for Her Best Friend

The day I found out I was pregnant, I stood on the balcony and looked at the wildflowers, dead for the seventh time.

Just staring at nothing.

Owen Sanchez had killed off my "plant that takes care of itself," while the orchids my best friend gave him, the ones she called "glass flowers," bloomed lush and bright under his hands.

That was when my best friend, the one staying in my home, spoke up:

"Isabella Swanson, I'm pregnant."

"The baby is your husband's."

My pupils shrank. I turned around and stared at her, stunned.