Today I'll show you exactly what a wife is capable of, and that everything stolen has to be returned.
That night, Ralph came home late, just as I expected. A cloying, unfamiliar perfume clung to his clothes, Lisa's perfume, laced with the sour bite of alcohol.
"Client dinner. Had too much to drink." He waved me off, already heading for the hallway. "Babe, I'm gonna hop in the shower."
The second the bathroom door clicked shut, I picked up his phone. One press of his fingerprint and the screen unlocked.
Lisa Perry's chat was pinned at the top. The messages hit me one after another, each one sharper than the last.
Lisa: Babe, the checkup went great! The doctor said they can tell the gender now. It's a boy!
Ralph: That's amazing! My son! I'll go with you tomorrow to pick out baby stuff.
You're the best, babe. I love you!
I love you too, you and our baby. Once he's born, we'll be a real family.
My fingertips went cold. My stomach lurched.
But what froze the blood in my veins was further down the thread, where a design file jumped out at me.