One year after my divorce, my ex-mother-in-law spotted me at the clinic with a smug grin. She told me her son made the right choice leaving me and was now raising a daughter with my former friend. I stayed calm, smiled, and said

silver Lexus was parked two spaces from the entrance. The timestamp matched the transfer date.

Her lips turned white.

“I only gave her a ride,” she whispered.

“You knew Ryan was using an embryo from his previous marriage,” Detective Cole said.

“I knew they had embryos stored here,” she snapped, then caught herself a second too late.

I felt the room tilt continue reading …