The words Hope She Was Worth It glared back at Henry, etched into the side of his car like a cruel joke. His stomach churned as he read them, his mind racing to make sense of the accusation. He turned to Emily, his pregnant wife, searching for comfort, but instead, he saw doubt flickering in her eyes. No matter how many times he swore he had never cheated, the seed of suspicion had already been planted. The truth, however, was far more complicated than a simple affair. This wasn’t the work of a jealous outsider—it was the act of someone much closer to home.
Emily buried her face in his chest, her sobs shaking her entire body. “I’m sorry, Henry,” she cried. “I didn’t want to believe it, but I just… I didn’t know what to think.” He held her close, his heart breaking as he whispered, “It’s okay. This isn’t your fault, Emily.” But someone was responsible, and that person was standing right there, watching them.
Claire stood a few feet away, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable. But Henry could see the faint glimmer of regret in her eyes. It wasn’t the kind of remorse that came from true guilt, though. It was something colder, more calculated. She knew what she had done, and whether she truly regretted it was another matter entirely.
