My Husband's Other Life
During Christmas dinner, my mother-in-law hinted for the umpteenth time that she wanted a grandchild. However, my husband, Zachary Cole, who had insisted on staying child-free in the past decade, only smiled and filled her plate.
After dinner, he slipped onto the balcony. "There, there. Daddy will come see you on New Year's Day," he whispered.
I stood in the corner of the living room with a glass of water in my hand, feeling cold as the words sank in. I stepped forward and forced a playful tone. "I just heard you say 'Daddy.' Got a secret kid stashed somewhere?"
He rubbed his nose, his voice stiff. "You must've misheard. That's… just a friend's kid."
My heart sank. I'd been married to him for a decade, so I knew exactly what he looked like when he was lying.