Did that prove his innocence? Not entirely. A guilty husband could deny a pregnancy just as firmly as an innocent one.
But when I opened his conversation with Margaret, I went completely still.
His mother had mentioned Tessa repeatedly.
Tessa brought my groceries.
Tessa fixed my gutters.
Such a sweet girl, Roy, she’s the only one who makes time for me.
Margaret, my mother-in-law, had never liked me. She’d once complained that Roy visited less frequently since marrying me.
Instead of defending me, he’d changed the subject. Confronting his mother was something he consistently avoided.
Now Tessa had somehow gained Margaret’s complete trust.
A troubling question replaced my original suspicion.
Was Roy deceiving me, or was this woman manipulating him through his mother?
I took screenshots and returned his phone precisely where I’d found it, even arranging the charging cord at the same angle.
Then I went downstairs, poured a glass of water I never drank, and called Margaret.
