I was three minutes late for the train. My fiancé knew I was twelve weeks pregnant and had booked a window seat because the nausea had been brutal—but when I boarded, his new intern was sitting there with his blazer over her shoulders. “Sit in the back,” he told me. “She needs it more.” I got off before departure and canceled our wedding. He still thought I’d be waiting for him in Boston.

Part 1 – He Gave My Seat to His Intern Even Though He Knew I Was Pregnant
I was three minutes late boarding the train to Boston, already nauseous and exhausted by the time I dragged my suitcase through the crowded aisle. At twelve weeks pregnant, mornings had become unpredictable, which was exactly why I had reserved a window seat where I could lean against the wall, stay close to the restroom, and get through the trip without feeling worse.

Luke knew all of that.

My fiancé of five years knew because he was the father of the baby.

When I reached our row, however, someone else was sitting in my seat.

Camellia, the twenty-three-year-old intern who had joined our department two months earlier, was curled beside the window with Luke’s charcoal blazer draped over her shoulders. Luke stood beside her with one hand resting on the seat and the other smoothing her hair away from her face.

“You’ll feel better once we start moving,” he told her. “Just relax.”