“HOW DARE YOU HUMILIATE ME LIKE THIS?!”
His mother, Elaine, covered her mouth.
His sister, Rachel, stared at the papers in front of her.
And Claire sat completely motionless.
I rested one hand on my pregnant stomach.
“What’s wrong, Mark?” I asked calmly. “You wanted Claire to feel like family. I thought everyone deserved to know what kind of family you’ve been planning.”
Three weeks earlier, everything had changed.
I had been checking our shared email account for a receipt when I noticed a hotel reservation.
Two guests.
One room.
A romantic dinner package.
The reservation was under Mark’s name.
And the second guest was Claire.
At first, I couldn’t believe it.
Mark had told me he was attending a business conference.
I wanted to confront him immediately.
But then I discovered something even worse.
Mark had left his old tablet in our bedroom, and his messages were still synchronized.
