I repeated those words silently.
While I had been making dinner, washing his clothes, supporting his career, and planning our next vacation, my husband had apparently been maintaining another relationship.
Emily looked at me with tears in her eyes.
“I’m six months pregnant. He told me he was single.”
My gaze returned to Tucker.
“Is that your baby?”
He looked toward the floor.
“Tucker.”
“Lauren, can we please not discuss this in the middle of an airport?”
I almost laughed.
He had kissed another woman in public.
He had lied to both of us.
And somehow, the thing worrying him most was that people might overhear.
“You’re embarrassed because I’m asking questions?” I said.
“Please lower your voice.”
“Then answer me.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“Yes. The baby is mine.”
I felt my knees weakening.
Emily began crying.
She explained that she’d driven Tucker to the airport that morning.
