A Traitor's Debt

Summary

In the middle of the night, my husband started talking in his sleep. "My little treasure, Daddy's taking you and Mommy to the new house tomorrow."

But we were using protection. Where the hell did a kid come from?

So I opened his phone. I saw the money transfers to another woman—spent on all kinds of luxury shit and a house.

The photo album had pictures of her in a skimpy stripper outfit, a little bump in her belly.

The last one was an ultrasound. Four months along, it looked like.

I didn't make a sound. Just saved the evidence.