The Doctor Saw My Ultrasound and Begged Me to Get a Divorce… I Never Expected the Truth…

I called Claire before I could talk myself out of it. Adrian had spent two years convincing me she was jealous and destructive. Still, when she heard my voice crack, she didn’t waste a second. She drove over, looked through the papers with me, and went pale—exactly like Dr. Shah. “Naomi,” she said softly, “do you remember Dad’s lawyer warning you not to merge everything too quickly after the wedding?” I nodded. “Adrian pushed you to do it anyway.” I stared at the pages scattered across the desk and finally admitted the truth I’d been avoiding all morning: my husband hadn’t just lied to me. He had been playing me.