Too Late for His Groveling

My body had always betrayed me when it came to conception. For eight years, that quiet shame was the invisible wall keeping me from saying yes to Gavin.

Then came the eighth year. The third cycle of IVF finally took. When the clinic handed me the confirmation, I hid the lab results in the bottom drawer of my desk, determined to wrap the positive test in a ribbon and hand it to him on our wedding night. So, when he dropped to one knee by the bay window of our brownstone, I said yes.