Maybe he is just stressed from work, she thought as she caressed her belly, still barely noticeable. At her age, being a family physician, she was used to analyzing symptoms. But when it came to her relationship with her husband, her professional intuitions seemed to vanish.
She decided to buy a bottle of water before heading home. So she walked over to a coffee shop in the waiting area, and there her world fell apart.
In a corner, almost hidden by a pillar, sat Ethan, her husband, who the night before had told her he had a business trip to Chicago the next day. He was embracing a young blonde woman in a flashy pink suit. The woman clung to him like two teenagers in love, not like mere colleagues.
Emily felt the floor sink beneath her feet. Her pulse quickened. Her mouth went dry. She quickly stepped back behind the nearest pillar, hoping she had not been seen.
Ethan was saying something to the woman as he caressed her hand. The woman laughed, tilting her head slightly. It was Pamela. Emily suddenly realized the parallegal from her husband’s office, the same 25-year-old woman Ethan often mentioned in his conversations.