Chapter 2: The Invitation Was Never About the Baby
Daniel's house looked exactly like the kind of home he had always wanted.
A large white house with dark shutters, a broad front porch, and a freshly painted front door stood at the end of a quiet street lined with maple trees.
There were balloons tied to the mailbox.
Pink and white.
A wooden sign beside the entrance read, WELCOME, BABY BENNETT.
I sat in my car for nearly a minute, staring at the sign.
Bennett.
Daniel had kept his surname on the invitation, too.
It was a small thing, but I wondered whether he had thought about it when he ordered the decorations.
Or whether he had simply enjoyed the idea that the family name would continue through a child who wasn't mine.
I switched off the engine.
Then I checked my phone.
There was a message from Rachel.
I'm here. Please come inside when you're ready. Don't let him get to you.
I read it twice before putting the phone away.
When I walked up the front steps, I heard laughter inside.
Someone opened the door before I could knock.
Margaret stood in the doorway wearing a pale-blue dress and a string of pearls.
For a second, she looked genuinely surprised to see me.
Then her expression became complicated.
"Claire.""
"Hello, Margaret.""
She looked me up and down.
"You came.""
It was the same phrase Daniel would use less than an hour later.
I wondered if he had rehearsed it with her.
"I was invited.""
Margaret pressed her lips together.
"Yes. Well. Daniel has always been unpredictable.""
She stepped aside.
I entered a hallway crowded with shoes, gift bags, and coats.
From the living room came the sound of a woman laughing.
Vanessa.
I recognized her voice from the few times I had heard it during mutual friends' gatherings. We had met only twice before, briefly, and neither occasion had given us a reason to speak beyond polite introductions.
She appeared in the hallway a moment later, one hand resting on her stomach.
"Claire?""
I turned.
"Hello, Vanessa.""
She smiled uncertainly.
"Thank you for coming.""
Her voice was warm enough, but her eyes moved briefly toward Margaret.
I noticed.
So did Margaret.
"Vanessa, sweetheart, you should be sitting down," Margaret said quickly.
"You don't need to be standing around greeting everyone.""
"I'm pregnant, Margaret, not made of glass.""
Vanessa laughed, but it sounded forced.
Then she turned back to me.
"I'm glad you came.""
I wasn't sure whether she meant it.
"Congratulations," I said.
"I hope everything goes smoothly.""
"Thank you.""
For a moment, we stood in uncomfortable silence.
Then Vanessa lowered her voice.
"Daniel said you might not come.""
"Did he?""
"Yes. He said you probably wouldn't want to see him happy.""
I looked at her.
"Is that what he told you?""
Her smile faltered.
"Well, he said things were difficult between you.""
"Things were difficult," I replied.
"But not for the reasons he seems to have told you.""
Before she could answer, Daniel appeared behind her.
He wore a dark-blue suit, a white shirt, and the expensive watch I had given him for our fifth wedding anniversary.
I hadn't thought about that watch in years.
Seeing it on his wrist brought back the memory of the night I had given it to him. He had kissed me, called me the best wife in the world, and promised that whatever happened, we would face it together.
I looked at the watch.
Then at him.
He followed my gaze and smiled.
"Still have a good eye for quality, don't you?""
It was a ridiculous thing to say.
But Daniel had always been good at making cruelty sound like a private joke.
"Hello, Daniel.""
He opened his arms as if he intended to hug me.
I didn't move.
He lowered them.
"Well. This is a surprise.""
"You invited me.""
"Of course I did.""
He glanced toward the living room, where several guests were gathering around the gift table.
"I thought it might be good for you to see that life moves on.""
I met his eyes.
"My life moved on four years ago.""
For a moment, his smile tightened.
Then Vanessa touched his arm.
"Daniel, your mother wants you to check the cake.""
He turned to her immediately.
"Of course, sweetheart.""
He kissed her forehead, placed a hand on her stomach, and looked back at me.
"You'll excuse us.""
He walked away with Vanessa.
I stood in the hallway, listening to the guests laughing around the corner.
My first instinct was to leave.
Not because I was ashamed.
Because I had already spent enough of my life standing in rooms where Daniel needed to be the most important person in them.
But Rachel appeared before I could reach for my coat.
"Come with me," she whispered.
She led me toward the kitchen, away from the guests.
The kitchen was empty except for a woman arranging fruit on a tray. She nodded politely and left through a side door.
Rachel closed the door behind her.
Then she turned toward me.
"I'm sorry.""
I frowned.
"For what?""
"For inviting you into this.""
"You didn't invite me. Daniel did.""
"I know. But I should have warned you sooner.""
She looked tired.
Her eyes were red around the edges, and she kept rubbing her palms together.
"Rachel, what's going on?""
She glanced toward the door.
"Daniel has been telling people a particular version of your marriage for years.""
I laughed once, without humor.
"That's not exactly news.""
"No. But this is different.""
She took a breath.
"He's told Vanessa that you were the reason he couldn't become a father. He's told his friends that he spent seven years sacrificing his chance at a family because he was too loyal to leave you. He even told my mother that the divorce was the hardest decision he ever made.""
I stared at her.
"Your mother knows what happened.""
"She knows some of it.""
"She was at Christmas.""
Rachel lowered her eyes.
"I know.""
I folded my arms.
"Why are you telling me this now?""
"Because he's going to make a toast.""
"I figured that out when I saw the champagne.""
"No, Claire. You don't understand. He has been planning this.""
A chill moved through me.
"Planning what?""
Rachel hesitated.
"He wants everyone to hear his story before anyone can question it. He's invited you because he wants you to be there when he says it.""
I looked at the kitchen door.
"Then why did you ask me to come?""
"Because I thought you should know what you're walking into.""
"That's not an answer.""
Rachel swallowed.
"Because I thought you might finally be able to stop him.""
I stared at her.
"Stop him from doing what? Telling forty people that I couldn't have a baby? He has been telling that story for years.""
"No.""
She shook her head.
"Stop him from pretending he was the only person who ever wanted a family.""
The words settled between us.
I thought of the years of injections, the appointments, the reports we had read together.
I thought of the specialist explaining that both of us needed further evaluation.
I thought of Daniel's face when the first treatment failed.
His frustration.
His anger.
The way he had looked at me as if my disappointment were an inconvenience he couldn't afford.
"Rachel," I said quietly, "what do you know?""
She opened her mouth.
Then someone knocked on the door.
"Rachel?"" Margaret called.
"Where are you? Daniel is looking for you.""
Rachel closed her eyes briefly.
"Coming, Mom.""
She turned back to me.
"I can't do this here.""
"Then tell me when.""
"Soon. I promise.""
She opened the door.
Before she left, she caught my wrist.
"Whatever he says, don't believe that you were the only one with a problem.""
I looked at her sharply.
"What does that mean?""
But she had already stepped into the hallway.
I stood alone in the kitchen.
For the next few minutes, I tried to understand what she had meant.
I knew Daniel's results hadn't been perfect.
I knew the specialist had recommended further testing.
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