Six months pregnant with Blake's child, I stood less than thirty feet away and watched him kiss his first love on live national television. He had just won the first Stanley Cup of his career. The entire arena was roaring. "Blake! Blake!" I wore his jersey, one hand resting on the curve of my belly while the other clutched the gift I had brought him. Inside the box was a pair of cuff links engraved with our wedding date. When I met Blake ten years ago, he was just a young player dreaming of making it to the NHL. We got married seven years ago. Three years ago, he suffered a devastating knee injury. The doctors warned him he might never return to his peak. I was the one who stayed by his side through rehab, handled the relentless wave of bad press, and saved the endorsement deals that had nearly been canceled. I was his wife—and his personal crisis PR manager. Tonight, he had finally achieved his dream. I thought I would be the first person he embraced. But after Blake raised the Stanley Cup, his gaze passed right over me and landed on the friends-and-family section across the arena. "Vivian!" He called her name with a smile. My hand froze in midair. Vivian Moore. His high school sweetheart. She wore a white dress and held the hand of her six-year-old son, Noah, as she waved to Blake. Without hesitation, Blake walked over and lifted Noah into his arms. "Daddy, you won!" The boy threw his arms around Blake's neck. Blake looked happier than I had seen him in years. "That's right. This championship is ours!" He lowered the trophy every hockey player dreamed of winning so Noah could kiss it. I stood where I was as the baby inside me gave a gentle kick. For the past two years, Blake had always said Noah needed extra attention because he didn't have a father. I had admired his kindness. But I had never known he had allowed the boy to call him Daddy in front of the entire country. A reporter approached with a microphone. "Congratulations, Blake! This has to be the happiest moment of your life." "Absolutely!" Blake beamed, one arm wrapped around Noah. The reporter turned to Vivian. "Are this beautiful woman and little boy your family?" I held my breath. All he had to do was say they were his friend and her son. All he had to do was look back at me. But Vivian suddenly rose onto her toes and cupped Blake's face in both hands. Then she kissed him on the lips. The blood in my veins seemed to freeze. Blake didn't push her away. He even raised a hand and placed it on her waist. The reporter laughed in delight. "I think we have our answer." Noah cried excitedly, "Daddy, Mommy, we're a family." Vivian leaned against Blake, tears shining in her eyes. "I'm so proud of you, sweetheart." Blake looked down at her. Then he faced the camera and said, clearly enough for the entire country to hear, "Yes. We're a family." The arena erupted in cheers again. Camera flashes went off without pause. I looked up at the jumbotron. Blake was holding Noah with one arm and Vivian with the other. They looked like a happy couple sharing the proudest moment of their lives with their son. And I—his wife, pregnant with his child—wasn't even in the frame. "Natalie?" One of the other players' wives gently touched my arm. "Are you okay?" I tried to answer. But something seemed to be lodged in my throat. That was when Blake finally saw me. Our eyes met across the crowd. His smile stiffened for a moment. I thought he would come to me. At the very least, I thought he would tell the reporter that I was his wife. But Noah suddenly tightened his arms around Blake's neck. "Daddy, hold me a little longer." Blake lowered his head and kissed the boy's forehead. Then he gestured for me to wait. Vivian had seen me too. Instead of releasing Blake, she pressed herself even closer to him. She smiled at me across the crowd. There wasn't a trace of remorse in that smile. I lowered my gaze to my belly. Six months ago, when Blake heard our baby's heartbeat for the first time, he had been so thrilled that he picked me up and spun me around. He had said, "Natalie, you and our baby are the most important people in my life." But on the most glorious night of his life, another woman and another child stood beside him. My fingers slowly loosened. The gift box containing the cuff links fell to the floor. No one noticed. Every eye in the arena was on the champion. I bent down to retrieve the box, and a faint tightness suddenly spread through my abdomen. I braced myself against a seat and waited several seconds before I could stand straight again. On the jumbotron, Blake held up the Cup while Vivian nestled against his side and Noah sat in the crook of his arm. The reporter called out with a laugh: "Let's hear it once more for this happy family of three!" I closed my eyes. Ten years of love. Seven years of marriage. It had taken only one sentence for him to erase me and our unborn child from his life.