The French Secret, My Husband,s Betrayal

At a small gathering with friends, my husband Grant's best friend asked him a question in French.

"Your little side piece is two months pregnant. How are you going to handle it?"

Grant's lips curled into a smile. He leaned in and tenderly peeled a shrimp for me, placing it on my plate.

Then, he replied in effortless French.

"Leila doesn't like kids. I'll let Karina have the baby and then send them abroad. I need to keep the family line going, after all."

I chewed the shrimp, but tears began