Now that I had been given a second chance, I would never let the same tragedy happen again.
Just then, Rachel called.
She casually said, “Bestie, I’m not coming home tonight. If my husband asks, just tell him I’m with you.”
I replied flatly, “Off to another hotel with your boy toy again?”
Rachel chuckled smugly. “That’s right. I’ve been holding back for days. Tonight, I’m going to let loose.”
I showed my disgust and deliberately asked, “Aren’t you afraid David will find out you’re keeping a man on the side? You know his temper—if this ever gets out, he’ll lose his mind.”
Irritated, Rachel shot back, “He’s sneaking around with that slutty secretary of his. Why should I play the faithful wife while he fools around? Not only am I keeping a man, I’m going to have his baby. When David’s old, I’ll tell him the truth—that the child he raised so carefully isn’t even his. Don’t you think that’ll kill him with rage?”
Her words dripped with venom.
Recently, Rachel had discovered evidence of David’s affair with his secretary. She dragged me to his company to cause a scene.
She thought David would apologize and admit his mistake. Instead, he slapped her across the face in front of everyone.