I came home with our baby’s ultrasound in my hand—and found my husband hurriedly pulling on his pants while my best friend hid behind my maternity coats.

bank statement on the table.

“Eighteen thousand five hundred dollars left our maternity account three days ago,” I said. “It went to Riverton Heights Residential.”

Damon looked at me like I’d committed the offense.

“That was a business expense.”

Claire let out one bitter laugh.

“You told me it covered the deposit and two months’ rent.”

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