I Was Seven Months Pregnant When My Husband’s Mistress Smashed My Car, Destroyed My Baby Seat, And Branded Me The Homewrecker

everything I had tried not to understand.
Detective Morrison asked again, “Do you know her?”

“Yes,” I said. “She works for my husband.”

I called Derek right there in the garage.

His first words weren’t, “Are you okay?”
They weren’t, “Is the baby okay?”
They weren’t even, “What happened?”

He said, “Where are you? I got a weird call from hospital security.”

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