I am so angry and confused. I slept in bed all by myself and there's not even been a text from Gavin. I looked in the garage and his Porsche is still gone.

I tried to call again and sent another text, but heard nothing. It's Saturday, and he was supposed to be off work all weekend. None of this makes any sense.

I tried to call Jefferson and got no answer. The staff was given the weekend off, so there's nobody to ask if he ever came home.

I had to run out to a Saturday Mass, so I decided to drive by the office to see if he's at work. There's no sign of the Porsche.

As I went by 12th street, I think I'm seeing the Porsche, so I drive by slowly, but I can't see anything. The car is sitting in front of a diner, so I parked my car and walked up toward the restaurant and I could see him through the window. There my husband sat, eating with none other than Claudia.

I can't believe what I'm seeing, and I guess I know where he was last night. I backed away slowly and narrowly missed a speeding car and the horn blasted. Gavin looked up and saw me, so I ran. Ran straight to my car and tore out of there so quickly, that I don't even know if he came out after me.

Once I knew I was far enough away, I pulled the car over and cried. I guess I'm just like his mother.

My phone was silent and he didn't even try to reach out to me. I know he saw me, because we made eye contact. Although tears poured down my eyes and I was visibly shaking, I pulled myself together and went to mass.

I prayed for our marriage and our baby. My mind couldn't focus on my father, when all I could think about was our little family. Poor Keegan, and what about this life that's growing inside me?

I went through the motions, and when it was over, I canceled with Brenda. Seeing Kellen is the last thing I need, so I called Stella. I couldn't bring myself to tell her when she is with Brad, so I played it off like I was just checking in.

Well, home it is, and I'll lock myself into my room. Not that I believe he is coming home. As soon as I got there, I ran straight to my room and locked the door. The house was still and quiet.

We lasted three weeks. He lasted three weeks, before running back to Claudia, even after everything she did, I come in last. Hell, I'm not sure where I come in, but I know it certainly isn't in the top two.

I changed into comfortable clothes and curled up into bed and cried. I'm useless and completely shattered. Then a thought entered my mind and I called Brad.

Two hours later and I'm boarding a flight to Birmingham. My phone still hasn't rung, but why does that matter? It isn't like he cares.

I rented a car at the airport and ended up at my grandmother's doorstep.

"Kori?"

"Oh, Grandma." I practically fell into her arms.

I told her everything, and she just held me.

"Sweetie, living or not, they do have a child together. When people grieve, they suffer through the holidays. Go home and demand he speaks with you." She advises.

"I tried to do that, but he wouldn't accept my calls. When I did see him, he was in the diner having breakfast with Claudia."

She put her hand on mine. "He may have a good reason to be there, so just let him explain."

I was exhausted and headed to bed. I woke to Grandpa playing his horn. That man is always into something. My grandparents don't travel, they haven't left this town pretty much their whole lives. They came in for Moms funeral, but never returned. When I was twelve, I started spending my summers with them, and I loved when they would tell me stories about my Mom's childhood. My Grandma and I speak weekly, but it's so much better to see her in person.

I haven't turned on my phone since I got on the plane. The idea of seeing no missed call from Gavin was heartbreaking, but I'm not sure I'm ready to see that he did call.

My father knows where I am, so if he needs me, he can call Grandma. Otherwise, I plan to keep my phone off.

I'm woken up by the bed moving, and when I open my eyes, I see Grandma sitting next to me. "Here is some ginger tea and crackers. You should really start out your day like this every morning to ward off the sickness."

I'm not sick.

"Thanks, Grandma."

I went along with drinking the tea, then got up to spend the day with both her and Grandpa. We went to mass, had brunch with their friends, then went back home for a lazy day.

When I woke up Monday morning, my grandma was packing my suitcase. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you ready to go face your life. You have to hit this head-on instead of hiding."

Well, Grandma has no problem being blunt.

By noon, I was on a plane heading to Chicago. She is right, I need to deal with this head-on, but when I arrived home, I had lost all my courage and locked myself in my room.

I had no texts from Gavin, but I did have voicemails. Every single one was him yelling at me for disappearing.

"Where are you? You didn't come home last night."

"I swear you better fucking call me back."

"What kind of wife just disappears without a note?"

I erased his messages and called my doctor for an appointment. Luckily, they had a cancelation, so I was able to go as their last patient of the day. I simply feel that I need his confirmation.

Dr. Ashley confirmed the pregnancy and I made an appointment for January before leaving. For three days I've known about our baby and Gavin doesn't even know.

When I arrived home, I saw Jefferson's car, so I was fully prepared to sneak off into my room, and that's exactly what I did like the coward I am these days.

I heard someone in the bathroom, so I hurried and grabbed some clothes before Gavin walks into the room.

I'll just go to a guest room. I was in the closet when I heard the bedroom door open, then a knock on the bathroom door. "Are you going to be done soon? I asked you to shower in the guest room."

What?

"Where does your wifey keep her night creams?" I heard female voice.

No ,fucking, way.

"I don't know, just don't touch her things. I'll be downstairs in my office." He said, before I heard the bedroom door shut.

I wasn't able to get out of the room before Claudia exited the bathroom.

"Well, if it isn't the naive wife." She laughed. "I guess your time playing house is over." She laughed, and I looked at her with so much hatred I scared myself. The thoughts running through my mind are very violent.

I didn't say a word and just threw my clothes in a bag and stormed out of the room.

I fell on the last few steps on my way out, when Gavin came running in and approached me.

"Kori! Shit, are you okay?" He asked as he stood above me.

"What does it matter?" He tried to take my arm. "Don't you dare touch me!"

I went to stand and a sharp pain shot through my leg, but with all my might I went for the door. "You're hurt! Just stop for one fucking minute!"

I pulled my arm away from him. "You've probably just killed the only good thing that came from this marriage." With tears pouring from my eyes, I ran to my car. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely start the car, but when I finally did, I slammed on the gas. I have to get to the hospital, I think the baby is okay, but my leg really hurts.

I grabbed my cell to call Stella, and was such a wreck, I didn't see it coming. The last thing I remember was a truck, then complete darkness.

When I opened my eyes, I heard Gavin's voice yelling and I could see the sky above me. There were red and blue lights, then darkness again.

Once again, I opened my eyes and could hear people yelling, including Gavin and I'm moving. Ceiling tiles flew above me, and all I can feel is a terrible pain in my chest. I couldn't breathe and I became dizzy. I'm dying.