The Napa Betrayal

two pink lines a stark, joyful secret in the quiet space. I took a quick photo, my hand tr

acle of Napa Valley dining. It felt like the universe was aligning perfectly. A baby, a w

. I was early, so I decided to find Andrew in the vineyard. I pictu

voice, low and urgent. He was talking to his best ma

ried her yesterday. At

. My breath caug

ntinued, his voice strained. "Maria has no one, and she's c

omething I c

her. I will spend the rest of my life making this up to her, but she can never, eve

he joy from moments ago curdled into something cold and heavy in my stomac

. I backed away slowly, the gravel crunching too loudly under my shoes. I pulled out my phone, my fingers

ger over the

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anned Parenthood clinic in the next town over. I scheduled an appointmen

find out. He thought he could have it all: his duty to his family and a life with me, bui

perfect, my expression serene. The tasting was