Ava leaned toward me and whispered urgently, “What are the odds of that?”
My voice came out smaller and shakier than I expected. “Your boyfriend’s name is Malcolm?”
The woman nodded casually.
I swallowed hard. “This Malcolm?” I asked, my hands shaking as I unlocked my phone.
I showed her my wallpaper photo. Malcolm, Tess, and me with my pregnant belly just beginning to show.
A happy family picture.
Her expression shifted instantly from confusion to absolute horror.
“That’s your husband?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The Devastating Revelation
I nodded, unable to speak.
She stared at me in stunned silence. Then she said the words that cracked my entire world wide open.
“He’s my son’s father too.”
The room tilted violently. The laughter around us faded into a distant, meaningless hum.
The pottery studio, bright and cheerful and full of women bonding, morphed into something surreal and suffocating.
Not only had my husband cheated on me. He had a child with this woman.
A child I knew nothing about.
“Water,” I managed to whisper, and Ava bolted from her seat.
The other women around the table watched in stunned silence. The truth settled over everyone like heavy ash.
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