For days, I was a complete wreck. I barely slept and had no appetite. My mind was filled with questions about who David had impregnated. How long had this been going on? Was it someone I knew?
It was driving me insane, but I couldn’t confront David about it just yet. I needed solid answers, not some fabricated story he might come up with to cover his tracks. So, I hired a private detective.
“I need to know who she is, Sam,” I told him during our initial meeting. “Can you assist me?”
Sam nodded and jotted down some notes. “You’ll uncover the truth soon enough.”
Days turned into a week. With each passing hour, my anxiety grew. Finally, Sam called me.
“Emily, we need to talk. I’ve gathered some information.”
We met at a small, unassuming cafe. Sam slid into the booth across from me, his expression grave.
“It’s his colleague, Lisa,” he said without hesitation. “They’ve been having an affair for over a year. She’s six months pregnant.”
Those words hit me like a sledgehammer to the gut.
Lisa. The betrayal cut even deeper knowing it was someone he saw every day, someone who had been to our home for dinner!
As I left the cafe, a plan for revenge began to take shape in my mind. Confronting David right away wouldn’t give me the closure I craved. I wanted him to experience the full weight of his betrayal and watch his perfect world crumble.
I spent the next few days meticulously gathering evidence and planning a grand party. David’s birthday was approaching, and I had a spectacular surprise in store for him!
On the evening of the party, David was in high spirits. He mingled with the guests, laughed heartily, and every now and then, he would come over and drape his arm around me.
“You’ve done an amazing job, Emily,” he said, beaming. “This is incredible.”
I forced a smile, but my stomach was in knots. “Just wait until you see the cake, darling.”
He kissed me on the cheek and went off to chat with one of his sisters. I shifted my focus to Lisa. I had been observing her and David throughout the evening, but there was no indication whatsoever that they were having an affair.
Finally, it was time for the cake. The baker had flawlessly replicated the ultrasound picture on the top, along with the words “Daddy, I’m coming soon.”
Everyone gasped, assuming it was a surprise pregnancy announcement. David’s eyes widened in shock, and for a split second, I saw pure panic in his eyes as he looked at Lisa.
“Sorry to disappoint you all,” I said, my voice carrying through the suddenly silent room. “But this isn’t a joyous pregnancy announcement. It’s the truth about my husband’s betrayal.”
The guests’ whispers turned into a crescendo of shocked exclamations. David’s sister, who had been so close to us, looked at him with a mix of horror and disappointment. “David, how could you?” she cried.
David took a step towards me, his hands outstretched in a pleading gesture. “Emily, please, let me explain. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.”
