His Heir Was a Lie

I went to the hospital to get my IUD swapped out—and found my husband in the prenatal wing, standing beside a girl whose belly was just beginning to show.

I opened my mouth, but he spoke first, perfectly calm:

"Since you've seen it, I might as well come clean."

"Lucinda's a college girl I've been keeping on the side. She's a month along."

"Relax. She's a sweet girl—she doesn't want your position, and she's not coming for your family."

"But I'm not letting my firstborn grow up a bastard."

I stood frozen over my IUD replacement form, my voice shaking beyond my control: