I called my driver, Alex—then remembered he’d phoned in sick. So I took my red Mercedes and drove myself, imagining Megan’s face lighting up when she saw me. I even planned to call Daniel later and tell him how kind his wife was being. I could already hear his praise.
By five, I arrived at the parking lot of an elite private hospital in Segovia. Megan had said she was in VIP room 305.
VIP.
That alone made me blink. Megan didn’t work. How was she paying for a suite like that? But optimism quickly patched over my suspicion. Maybe she had savings. And if not—fine. I’d cover it.
Fruit basket in hand, I walked through corridors that smelled of antiseptic, though everything still felt polished and expensive. My footsteps echoed against marble. My heart wasn’t afraid—it was eager.
The elevator chimed on the third floor. I found room 305 at the far end of a quiet hallway, slightly isolated. And when I got close, I noticed the door wasn’t fully shut—just barely open.
I lifted a hand to knock… then froze.
Laughter drifted out.
And a man’s voice—warm, teasing, painfully familiar—stopped my blood mid-flow.
“Open your mouth, darling. Here comes the little airplane…”
My stomach dropped. That voice had kissed my forehead that morning. That voice had promised Valencia.
No. It couldn’t be.
Shaking, I stepped closer to the crack in the door and held my breath as I peered inside.
The scene hit like a sledgehammer.
Megan sat upright on the bed—healthy, glowing, not pale at all. She wore satin pajamas, not a hospital gown. And perched beside her, feeding her apple slices with tender patience, was Daniel.
My husband.
His eyes were soft—devoted in the exact way they had been when we were newlyweds.
“My wife is so spoiled,” Daniel murmured, wiping the corner of Megan’s mouth with his thumb.
My wife.
The hallway tilted. I had to brace myself against the wall to keep my knees from folding.
Then Megan’s voice—sweet, whining, intimate—floated out like poison.
“When are you going to tell Emily? I’m tired of hiding. And now I’m only a few weeks pregnant. Our child needs to be acknowledged.”
Pregnant.
Our child.
It felt like lightning split my chest.
Daniel set the plate down and clasped Megan’s hands, kissing her knuckles like she was royalty.