“Happy Thanksgiving, Lila.
I thought you’d like to see this.
Vanessa. The woman who worked with my husband.
My hand shook around the paper, and I looked up at Cole, who was staring at the pregnancy test.
“Vanessa?” My voice cracked just once. “Vanessa sent this?”
My husband didn’t answer.
“She’s pregnant, isn’t she?”
“Lila…
I — this isn’t what it looks like. It seems worse than it is,” Cole said, his mouth opening and closing.
“Then what is it, Cole? Explain it to me,” I said, letting out a short, sharp breath.
“It was stupid. It just —”
“Just what? You slipped and fell into an affair?”
He stepped toward me.
I backed away and laid a hand on my own stomach.
“You know what, Cole?” I began. “I’m pregnant too. I was going to tell you after dinner and show you the positive test and the sonogram.
But… you beat me to it, didn’t you? With Vanessa.”
Cole’s face went white.
“Lila, really?
You’re pregnant! You mean —”
I picked up the flash drive and walked into the living room, every movement measured. I didn’t look at him.
I didn’t ask permission.
I just sat down at the desk, opened my laptop, and pushed the flash drive into the port with fingers that didn’t feel like mine.
The screen lit up.
Vanessa appeared first, wearing my bathrobe, the one with the blue lacy trim. Her hair was damp. She was sipping my wine, in my glass, on my couch.
The camera was shaky at first, then it steadied.Continue reading…
