The following night, I handed him the gift. “Surprise!” I cheered, forcing a smile as if I were truly thrilled about becoming a mother again.

Jack, however, stood frozen, his face drained of color.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked, tilting my head in feigned confusion. “Aren’t you excited? We’re going to have another baby.”

Jack’s composure cracked. He met my gaze and murmured, “You already know, don’t you?”

Of course, I knew. But I played dumb, pretending I had no clue what he meant.

Jack couldn’t keep it inside any longer. Tears welled up and spilled down his cheeks as he finally admitted, “I don’t love her. It was a mistake,” his voice shaking as he confessed that another woman was carrying his child.

And then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he whispered, “Maybe we could raise both babies… together?”

“What BABIES, Jack?” I snapped, my voice laced with anger. “I’m not actually pregnant. I just knew that if I pushed you hard enough, you’d finally admit the truth.”

Jack did everything he could to make me forgive him. But I couldn’t. No matter what he said, all I could picture was him with another woman while he was telling me he was away on business.

The ultrasound photo Emma discovered in her father’s suitcase didn’t just destroy my marriage—it opened my eyes to the reality of the man I had once trusted completely.