My Wife Raised A Stolen Child

Summary

Late at night.

The exhausted voice of my wife, Deborah, drifted from the bathroom.

"Babe? Have you seen my old phone anywhere?"

I sat on the sofa, paralyzed. My fingers trembled as I stared down at the screen of that very phone in my hands.

It had lit up, displaying the recent query history of her AI assistant app.

“A three-year-old accidentally eats cashews and goes into anaphylactic shock. What is the emergency treatment besides an EpiPen?”

“What are the admission requirements for Beacon Hill Academy?”

“How do I securely transfer marital assets without my husband knowing?”