Chapter 1
I was eight months pregnant, struggling with grocery bags in a parking lot, when I saw my husband through the window of an expensive restaurant. His hand was resting on another woman’s.
For a second, I told myself I had the wrong man.
Then Daniel smiled at her the exact same way he used to smile at me.
I left the groceries in my car and walked inside.
My back hurt, my ankles were swollen, but I barely felt any of it.
The woman was laughing when I stopped beside their table.
Daniel looked up.
His face went completely pale.
“Emily?”
I stared at their hands.
“Who is she?”
He immediately pulled his hand away.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
I almost laughed.
“I shouldn’t be here?”
The woman looked between us.
“Daniel, who is this?”
That question hurt worse than anything.
I placed one hand over my pregnant stomach.
“I’m his wife.”
Her smile disappeared.
Daniel stood up.
“Emily, please. Let me explain outside.”
“No.”
Several people nearby had started watching.
“You told me you were meeting a client tonight.”
He lowered his voice.
“Don’t do this here.”
I pointed at the woman.
“Then tell me who she is.”
She slowly stood up.
“Daniel told me he was separated.”
My chest tightened.
“We had breakfast together this morning.”
Daniel closed his eyes.
I could feel my baby moving as I tried not to cry.
Then the woman looked down at my stomach.
“You said the pregnancy wasn’t yours.”
I slapped my hand against the table.
“What did you just say?”
Daniel reached for my arm, but I stepped back.
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Then the woman opened her purse, pulled out an ultrasound picture, and placed it between us.
Her hands were shaking when she whispered, “Emily… I’m pregnant too.”
