Walter sank into a chair, his shoulders slumping. “I was scared. The babies… They overwhelmed me.”
“So you turned to another woman instead of talking to me? You abandoned your family!”
As he looked away, I saw the shame wash over him. “Lila was just someone I could vent to. I didn’t mean for it to go that far.”
“How can you stand there and say that? What do you think I’ve been dealing with?” My voice trembled, fighting back the tears.
Then, like a thunderbolt, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I fished it out, my breath catching when I saw it was the investigator. “I have something urgent,” he said, his tone sharp.
“What is it?” I demanded, my heart racing. Walter’s eyes burned into me, confusion and fear swirling in his gaze.
“Lila is actually a maternity nurse who worked with you at the hospital.”
Confronting Lila
The hospital was eerily quiet, the faint hum of machines echoing through the sterile hallways. My heart raced as I approached the maternity ward, where I last saw our babies. Lila stood by the nurses’ station, her back to me, her hands busy with paperwork.
