“You’re Vanessa? Roy’s wife?”
“Yes. Why?”
“I’m pregnant with your husband’s baby.” She delivered the news as casually as ordering lunch. “You need to divorce him.”
I could only stare.
The examination room fell silent except for the quiet hum of the ultrasound cart.
“How… how long have you been seeing Roy?”
“Long enough to know he doesn’t love you anymore.”
She avoided the question, studying my face as though expecting me to fall apart.
I kept my voice controlled, ended the appointment, and arranged for another physician to take over her care.
Tessa gave a small wave as she departed.
Only then did my hands begin trembling.
I remained seated for ten minutes, staring blankly at the wall.
I should have called Roy immediately. Instead, I went home and allowed him to kiss my cheek.
“Long day?”
“You have no idea.”
He’d brought dinner, but I merely pushed rice around my plate.
