Divorce After His Betrayal with the Nanny

Synopsis

I checked my phone for the sixth time in twenty minutes. Six missed calls from Ryan, but not a single text explaining where he was. Around me, the Metro Denver Prenatal Clinic buzzed with life—expectant mothers nestled against their partners' shoulders, fingers intertwined, sharing whispered excitement about the images they would soon see. I sat alone, my wedding ring suddenly heavy on my finger. My hand instinctively moved to my rounded belly, feeling the slight flutter that had become familiar these past few weeks. Twenty weeks. Halfway there. Today was our anatomy scan—the day we'd confirm our baby was developing properly, maybe even learn if we were having a boy or girl. Ryan had promised he wouldn't miss it. "It's the big one," he'd said last night, kissing my forehead as I lay in bed scrolling through nursery ideas. "Nothing could keep me away."