My Wife’s Secret Breast Pump

At the Thanksgiving gala, my child-free wife brought a baby. The infant looked exactly like her late high school sweetheart. She claimed it was her deceased friend's child and she was just helping out.

I believed her until I woke up at midnight. I saw her holding a breast pump, rocking the baby to sleep. "Don't be afraid, little one," she whispered. "Daddy has left us, but Mommy will always protect you."

Everyone thought I would just swallow my pride and stay. But this time, I silently called