I Went for an Ultrasound, but When I Saw My Husband Walking Tenderly Beside a Pregnant Woman, I Knew I Had to Follow Them and What I Discovered Surprised Me.

“Follow the blue sedan ahead of us,” I told the driver when we got on the road, my voice barely steady. “Please.”

He glanced at me in the mirror, nodded, and didn’t ask questions.

We stopped in front of a small house on a quiet street—nothing extravagant, just lived-in, warm-looking, with wind chimes hanging near the porch. Greg helped the woman out, his hand lingering at her lower back as they walked inside.

I paid the driver and got out a few houses down, my legs feeling like they belonged to someone else.

When I knocked, the door opened almost immediately.

Greg’s face drained of color.

“Elaine?” His voice cracked. “What are you doing here?”

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