I believed him.
After all, why wouldn’t I trust the man I’d married? GetMarriage Tips
But four days before my due date, everything I believed about my husband collapsed.
It began with an unexpected knock.
I was standing in the kitchen when someone rang our doorbell.
I opened the door and froze.
“Miles?”
The man standing before me looked older and thinner than I remembered, but the small scar above his eyebrow was unmistakable.
Miles had been my closest friend at the orphanage.
We’d shared snacks, helped each other with homework, and comforted each other during lonely nights.