I dialed Jasper’s number, waiting eagerly for him to pick up. The call connected for just a second before ending abruptly.
A pang of worry settled in my chest, but I quickly dismissed it. He was probably in the middle of something. He’d been so busy recently; maybe he just couldn’t pick up right now.
"Baby, your dad’s probably just busy," I murmured, trying to reassure both myself and the little one inside.
Just then, my phone vibrated. I looked down with a hopeful heart, expecting a message from Jasper explaining the dropped call. Instead, it was an email.
My heart sank slightly, but I opened it anyway, only to find a series of bank statements with Jasper’s name at the top. My stomach twisted as I read the message’s last line: "From Your Husband’s Pretty Secret."
Confusion quickly turned to doubt, and doubt became fear. The words echoed in my mind, making me feel uneasy and anxious.
One of the maids noticed me trembling and asked if I was okay, but I barely heard her. I forced myself to calm down, telling myself it had to be a mistake—a cruel prank, maybe. Jasper couldn’t possibly be hiding something from me… could he?