The night before I gave birth, I overheard my husband secretly offer the doctor $500,000 to make sure I died during delivery so he could start a new life with his five-month-pregnant mistress. I pretended to be asleep—but by the next day, his plan had completely backfired.

I deleted it.

Another came.

I did not know.

That one made me stop.

Did not know what?

That Daniel was married?

Impossible.

She had eaten Christmas dinner in my house.

That I was pregnant?

Impossible.

She touched my stomach.

That he planned to kill me?

Maybe.

I showed Laura.

She told me not to respond yet.

The next day, Vanessa’s attorney contacted her.

That changed everything.

Vanessa wanted to cooperate.

I laughed when Laura told me.

“Of course she does.”

“She may have information.”

“She slept with my husband.”

“That does not make her useless.”

I stared at her.

“You’re enjoying this.”

“No.”

“You sound like you are.”