Chapter 1

I found a box of condoms in my husband's gym bag.

I didn't confront him. I just quietly poked a few holes in each one.

Two months later, my best friend told me.

She was unexpectedly pregnant and wanted someone to take responsibility.

My husband, Ryan, had been a different man lately.

Suddenly, he was pinching the fat around his waist in front of the mirror, eating like a bird.

Even more out of character, he'd splurged on a top-tier gym membership.

Before, he'd come home from work and flop onto the couch.

Now, come hell or high water, he'd grab his bag the moment he walked in, heading straight for the gym.

Something was definitely off.

While he was in the shower, I snuck into his gym bag.

The canvas pocket reeked of sweat. My fingers delved inside, brushing against a square, hard box.

My blood ran cold.

I pulled it out: condoms.

My hands shaking, I pried open the box.

The foil packets were neatly arranged.

My gaze swept over them, freezing instantly.

One, two...

Any last shred of doubt withered and died.

Two were missing from the box.

My fallopian tubes were severely blocked, making natural conception impossible.

We never used condoms.

He had used them.

With whom?

A buzzing roar filled my ears. My body went numb, as if plunged into an icy abyss, chilling me from head to toe.