And now I was angry that he eventually fell into it?
I didn't confront him. I couldn't. What would I say? "I hired someone to destroy our marriage and it worked"?
Two weeks of silence. Two weeks of pretending everything was normal while I died inside.
Then Alexis texted.
"I'm pregnant. It's his. I thought you should know before I tell him."
I read the message seventeen times.
Pregnant.
His baby.