I Found Evidence of My Husband’s Affair in My Sister’s Coat, but It Was Just the Beginning

“No joke.” I turned to Max and handed him the second box. “Now, this one is for you, dear husband. I hope it’s the right size.”

Max opened the box cautiously.

His face flushed bright red. “Diapers?” my mom asked, completely confused. “Well,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, “maybe my gifts aren’t as exquisite as the ones my husband buys for my dear little sister.”

With that, I reached into my pocket, pulled out the receipt, and flung it across the table toward Max.

It landed right in front of him. My mother’s hand paused mid-air with her fork, my grandmother’s brow furrowed in confusion. Sofia froze, while Max looked like he’d just been caught red-handed.

“Lucy, I…” Sofia stammered. “Go on,” I said, folding my arms. “I’m dying to hear this explanation.”

Before Sofia could form a coherent sentence, Max abruptly stood up.

His hand darted into his pocket, fumbling as he pulled out a small jewelry box. “Lucy. I bought this for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes.

It’s… it’s always been for you.”

“And I helped him choose it,” Sofia added quickly. “As a thank-you for supporting me when I needed help.”

The weight of everyone’s eyes pressing down on me. Slowly, I opened the lid.

Inside was the necklace, gleaming under the warm light. “Oh, Max, how beautiful!” my mother exclaimed, clasping her hands together dramatically. “But…” She paused, her face scrunching in confusion as she turned to me.

“I still don’t understand. What’s with the baby things, Lucy?”

Before I could answer, Sofia blurted out, “Mom, I’m pregnant.”

“Pregnant?” Mom repeated, her voice an octave higher. “Oh, Sofia, why didn’t you tell us?”

“And who’s the father?” I asked coldly, my eyes narrowing as I stared at Max.

Sofia opened her mouth to reply, but before she could get a word out, the doorbell rang. My mother shot to her feet, muttering, “Who on earth could that be at this hour?”

***

When my mother returned to the room, she wasn’t alone. Standing beside her was her personal assistant, holding a bouquet of roses.

“Mark?” Mom said. “I sent you on a trip for the holidays! A new place, a chance to meet someone.

You’re supposed to be single and exploring the world!”

Mark’s gaze shifted past her and landed directly on Sofia. “I already have someone, Mrs. Turner.

The only woman I’ve ever loved.”

Sofia gasped. But instead of running to him, she bolted for the hallway. “To the bathroom?” my grandmother asked, watching her disappear.

“Morning sickness,” my mother declared with authority, shaking her head knowingly. “I remember those days. Being pregnant is not for the faint of heart.”

“Pregnant?” Mark repeated.

“Sofia’s pregnant?”

Max stood, finally breaking his stunned silence. “Yes, she’s pregnant. And it’s yours, Mark.”

Mark’s mouth opened, but Max continued.Continue reading…