By the time Adrian Vale remembered he had a pregnant wife, I had already buried the future he promised me and ended the marriage he thought I would never leave.
He disappeared for exactly 144 hours with another woman, and those six days cost him more than he ever imagined.
I was thirty-one weeks pregnant when Adrian left for what he called an “urgent investor retreat.
” He kissed my forehead without really looking at me, slipped his phone into his pocket, and said, “Don’t overreact, Claire.
I’ll be home before you even realize I’m gone.”
His assistant, Noah, knew the truth.
So did half the executive floor.
Adrian had taken Celeste Marr, our company’s communications director,
to a secluded resort in Napa.
Their rooms were charged to the corporate account.
On the second evening, I suddenly developed a serious pregnancy complication.
At first, I tried to convince myself everything would be fine.
