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I Locked Up My Husband's Clan

I Locked Up My Husband's Clan

5.0

On our wedding anniversary, I had a sudden urge to make a memory video using my husband's old phone. After turning it on, the phone's notes app popped up automatically, with the latest entry titled "Baby Diary." "Today marks one month since our little girl arrived. Mommy's morning sickness seems worse. It breaks my heart. Daddy got you lots of cute dresses to wear when you're here." The note was signed by my husband, James Vance. But I wasn't pregnant. I called James at work. "What's with the notes on your old phone?" His breath caught on the other end, then he chuckled lightly. "Oh, that? It's just a buddy of mine. His wife's pregnant, and he had nowhere to write it down, so he used my phone." I laughed and said okay. After hanging up, I opened the phone's photo album, went to "Recently Deleted," and recovered a deleted ultrasound image. Holding the ultrasound with the name "Amelia Harper" on it, I smiled and dialed my mother-in-law, Margaret.

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