The Secret Pregnancy, My Husband,s Betrayal

My husband, Lucian, had been pulling back-to-back shifts through the entire holiday weekend. I felt so bad for how hard he was pushing himself that I took over every single household chore to make his life easier.

But while I was doing the laundry, I felt a piece of paper in his coat pocket. It was a delivery receipt for a high-end meal prep service.

The entire order consisted of premium prenatal meals.

There was organic honeyed oatmeal, lemon-herb sea bass, and steamed seasonal greens. Every