Sleeping with Power? I Pulled the Plug
After working overtime at the company for an entire week, I finally finish the last project on my plate and rush home. Not wanting to wake my sleeping wife, Mia Lawson, I carefully push the door open as quietly as I can.
But the house is nothing like the silence I expected.
A man's unrestrained laughter cuts sharply through the air.
"You're already pregnant and still this bold. Aren't you afraid your husband will catch you?"
"Why would I be? He hasn't been home for almost a week. Besides, once I tell him I'm pregnant, he'll be over the moon. There's no way he'll notice anything."
In an instant, my hands and feet turn ice-cold, and blood rushes to my head. I'm about to charge in and catch them in the act when my phone suddenly vibrates with a follow-up message from the hospital.
"Mr. Brooks, thank you for choosing our hospital for your vasectomy. We wish you and your wife a lifetime of happiness."
A lifetime of happiness?
I stare at those words, let out a cold laugh, and regain my composure. Then I turn around and call my divorce lawyer.