My Husband Held His Mistress’s Pregnant Belly

Synopsis

I wasn't supposed to be in that wing. The lab was on the third floor. OB-GYN was on the second. I took the wrong elevator, hit the wrong button, and stepped out into a hallway that smelled like antiseptic and something floral — lavender, maybe, pumped through the vents to calm nervous mothers-to-be. I should have turned around. I didn't. He was twenty feet away. Finn. My husband. Standing in the middle of that bright, clean corridor like he belonged there, like he came here every Tuesday.