The Scale That Exposed His Affair
After taking a shower, I stepped barefoot onto the smart scale at home.
A cheerful chime rang out. "Congratulations, Mia, you're in your second trimester. The baby weighs three pounds already!"
I froze. I was pregnant? How did I not know?
Heart pounding, I snatched up my phone and immediately called my husband. "What's going on with the scale at home? I'm pregnant?!"
There was a moment of silence on the other end before his familiar, gentle chuckle came through. "Mila, it's just a scale. The data must be wrong. Maybe you're just too sensitive since you haven't been able to get pregnant."
I hung up and connected the scale to Bluetooth. In the data log, I saw three months' worth of steadily increasing numbers.
Grabbing my car keys, I headed straight for Mia Lane's university.