Her hands shook as she dialed the phone, but her voice was cold, steady, and resolute: “I need to schedule a meeting with a divorce lawyer.”
Hours crawled by as she waited for Paul’s return. She paced the living room, emotions shifting violently—hurt, rage, sorrow, resolve.
When the door finally opened, Melissa stood her ground. Arms crossed, eyes blazing, she confronted him.
“Don’t play dumb, Paul. I followed you. I saw you with her. Who is she? What have you been doing out there all these months?”
Paul froze, color draining from his face. “Melissa, it’s not what you think. Please, let me explain.”
“Explain?” Her voice rose, sharp and trembling. “You disappear for hours, sneaking off to meet another woman while I’m here—pregnant and terrified. Do you think I’m blind?”