My Fiancée Promised the Boss a Baby at Our Engagement Party; I Made Them Pay

I found a box of ultra-thin condoms in Serena's bag.

Rose-scented. And half-used.

My gut twisted into a knot.

I was allergic to latex; I never used that stuff.

Just as I was debating whether to call her, Serena beat me to it:

"Honey, I have to meet a client tonight, so I won't be home for dinner."

"Might be busy until midnight, so you go to bed early and don't wait up."

"Love you!"

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I swallowed my surging emotions and asked, "Where are you meeting this client?"

She hesitated for a few seconds before naming a well-known upscale hotel in the city.