Revenge for the "Wrong Number"
The care center called. "Hi, just wanted to ask if you're happy with our service so far."
Well, that was odd. I was only eight months along. My baby wasn't even born yet. I had no need for the care center at the moment.
So I kept digging. I pressed my husband for answers. He was the one handling the talks with the care center. I wanted to know what was going on.
He gave me an apologetic look. "This center costs 120 grand, honey. We can't afford that. They must've gotten the wrong number. You should stay at home instead. I'll give you the perfect care you need."
That was it. I wasn't going to waste my time talking to him. My sister, Jessie Gibson, owned the care center, so I called her instead.
"Jessie? Yeah, it's me. William sent another woman to your place and stole my spot. I want you to find out who. He's cheating on me, and I'm getting proof!"