“Get out!” my husband growls. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I—” I press my hands to my rounded belly; my voice trembles.
“I wanted…”
“I’m busy! Get out!” His words hit like a slap. But I can’t afford to step back.
“I see you,” I nod at the girl beneath him. “I see what you’re busy with. How—how dare you!”
“How dare we?” the girl giggles. “Mark, she’s a little like that? Not all there?!”
I gasp from hurt, pain, and shock. But I hold on. I hold on for our little one.
I knew my husband is strict and doesn’t like showing feelings. But I didn’t know he’s also a cheater.