Because even if he’d genuinely believed I betrayed him, normal people don’t accidentally have another household waiting before the suitcase is packed.
“Were you already sleeping with Paula?”
His face changed.
I knew.
“How long?”
“It’s complicated.”
“How long?”
“Three months.”
The hallway seemed to tilt beneath me.
Three months.
His vasectomy had been two months ago.
I almost laughed at the cruelty of it.
He had been cheating before the procedure.
He accused me because betrayal was already living inside his own head.
“You didn’t leave me because I was pregnant,” I whispered.
He said nothing.
“You used my pregnancy as permission to do openly what you were already doing secretly.”
“That isn’t fair.”
I looked at him.
“You’re right.”
He seemed surprised.
“None of this is fair.”
Then I walked away.
PART 4 — THE TEST HE NEVER TOOK
I hired an attorney the next morning.
Her name was
