When Sleep Talking Exposed My Husband's AffairChapter 1
“My good baby boy. Daddy will buy you and Mommy a new house.”
It was three in the morning when those words slipped from my husband’s lips. We always used protection. Then whose baby was he dreaming about? I shot awake, my heart pounding.
I shook him hard. “What did you just say?”
He stirred, eyes still shut and muttered, “Just a nightmare. A client was hounding me for money.”
Then he rolled over, drifting back into sleep.
I didn’t push. Instead, I reached for my phone in the dark and quietly opened his banking app. Dated three months ago—there was a wire transfer of $50,000, labeled as down payment. The recipient was Vanessa O’Hara.
I searched her name on Google and found her social media. The very first thing on her feed was an ultrasound photo.
[Our little angel is three months now. Daddy says once you’re born, we’ll move into a big house.]
The timestamp was the day after Brian transferred the money. My chest clenched, but I snapped a screenshot and sent it straight to my father.
[Dad, the perfect son-in-law you picked not only cheated, he’s knocked up some woman. I’m going to make sure he leaves with nothing.]
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His reply came almost instantly:
[That bastard! Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll get the best lawyer on this right away. How dare he betray our family? I’ll make him regret ever being born.]
Feeling sick to my stomach, I scrolled deeper into Vanessa’s feed.
One month ago: [We just locked down our new apartment today! The place is gorgeous. Thank you, hubby, for giving me and our baby such a warm home.]
Attached was a photo of her at a real estate office, glowing in a fitted maternity dress, her arm looped through Brian’s. He was holding her by the waist, gazing at her with tenderness I’d never once seen directed at me.
Two months ago: [Hubby says he loves me and our baby more than anything. Tonight’s steak was divine!]
The photo was taken at a high-end restaurant, Kobe beef plated elegantly on the table. I remembered that night. I had suggested celebrating my promotion at that very restaurant, but Brian frowned and said it was too expensive. He insisted we just order takeout at home instead.
Three months ago: [Two red lines! Baby, you came at the perfect time. Daddy and Mommy are ready to welcome you!]
The picture showed their hands intertwined over her stomach.
Every post cut me like a blade.