“You were going to introduce me to your adult daughter after she made you a grandfather?”
He said nothing.
The question was no longer whether Adrian had been cheating.
In some ways, that would have been simpler.
The question was how he could share my bed, plan our nursery, place his hand against my stomach every night, yet build an entire second family relationship behind a locked door.
A nurse emerged and called Adrian.
He looked at me.
I moved aside.
“Go,” I said. “She shouldn’t pay for what you hid.”
Relief and shame crossed his face.
Before he followed the nurse, I a
