His Boss, Her Secret
When Marcus came home that night at 9:30
"Sorry babe, traffic was insane" I was sitting on the couch, the ultrasound photo face-down on the coffee table, his laptop beside it.
"Hey," he said, stopping short when he saw my expression. "Everything okay?"
"You left your laptop this morning."
I watched the color drain from his face Watched him look at the laptop, then at me, calculating how much I'd seen, how much he could talk his way out of.
"Eleanor"
"Kelly Martinez." My voice was eerily calm. "That's her name, right? The one you've been spending our money on? The one you've been staying in hotels with while telling me you're at Brody's?"