My Best Friend, My Wife, My Betrayal

w, claiming I was too restless. Her travel bag was half-unpacked on the floor from her latest trip to Bal

of me, I guess. I picked

opped. Birth

to be trying, desperately trying, and here she was, actively preventing it. The falsified medic

tories about a brand collaboration, I could

hen the tears started

ing to tell you," she sobb

' ve been lying to me? That t

nd, her grip surprisingly strong. "The report is real, Mike

hy?" I felt n

make me, really make me. The travel, the commitments... a baby right now... it would be impossible. And we need t

g. She said she was protecting us, protecting our future. She said she started taking

ou let me believe I was the sole re

se wide, pleading eyes. "I was trying to spare you more stress. I love you, M

part that loved her, the part that felt responsible for our childless marriage, wanted to believ

. "Okay, Jess. Okay.

bbing her relief. "Thank you, Mi

f suspicion ha

rawer, under some of her influencer merch, I found a distinctive bottle opener, one I knew belonged to David. It was a quirky one he' d picked up o

gs hidden in Jess' s r