Six Months Pregnant, Divorced, and Back for Revenge

I pushed open the master-bedroom bathroom door and saw them through the gap in the frosted glass—two pairs of legs, tangled beneath the water.

The girl could really hold her breath. She'd been under for a long time and still hadn't come up.

I kept my eyes straight ahead and set a document on the vanity counter.

"The family sign-off form for tomorrow's checkup. I need your signature."

He was leaning back against the rim of the tub, head tilted up, his Adam's apple jerking hard. Without so much as a glance, he reached out and signed.