Chapter 1
I Was Eight Months Pregnant When I Found My Husband Holding Another Woman in Our Living Room—Then She Called My House “Ours”
I was eight months pregnant when I came home early from a doctor’s appointment and heard a woman laughing inside my house.
At first, I thought my husband, Ethan, had invited someone over for work.
Then I walked into the living room.
A woman was sitting beside him on my couch.
His arm was around her waist.
Her hand rested on his chest.
Neither of them noticed me.
I stood there holding my hospital folder against my stomach.
Then she leaned closer and kissed his cheek.
“Ethan?”
He jumped up so fast he nearly knocked over the coffee table.
“Emily, you’re home early.”
The woman didn’t move.
She just looked at me like I was the stranger.
“Who is she?” I asked.
Ethan opened his mouth, but she answered first.
“I’m Rachel.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Ethan stepped toward me.
“Please, don’t get upset.”
I stared at him.
“Don’t get upset in my own house?”
Rachel suddenly laughed under her breath.
That tiny laugh hurt more than anything.
Then she stood and walked toward the kitchen.
She opened one of my cabinets without asking.
She knew exactly where the glasses were.
My stomach dropped.
“How does she know where everything is?”
Ethan went silent.
Rachel poured herself water and looked directly at me.
“I’ve been here before.”
I felt my baby kick hard.
“How many times?”
Ethan whispered, “Emily, please.”
Then I noticed something on the counter.
A house key.
My spare house key.
Rachel picked it up before I could reach it.
May you like
And then she said five words that made Ethan turn completely pale.
“You still haven’t told her?”
