He Thought I Couldn't Understand That Call

"On our sixth wedding anniversary, my cheeks burn as I dodge my husband, Ethan Grant, leaning in for a hungry kiss. I push him toward the nightstand for a rubber.What he doesn't know is that I've tucked a surprise in there, a positive pregnancy test. I can already see it, the way his whole face will light up the second he finds it.But the moment his hand goes for the drawer, his phone goes off.His best friend, Henry Miller, comes on the line in Danish. "Mr. Grant, how was last night? That new love couch our company rolled out is treating you okay?"Ethan lets out a low laugh and answers in Danish, "The massage feature's great. Saves me from having to rub Sandy's back myself."He still has me pulled tight against him, but his eyes look straight through me, like he's seeing someone else."This stays between us. If my wife ever finds out I slept with her sister, I'm done."It feels like someone just put a knife through my chest. What they don't know is that I minored in Danish in college, so I catch every single word.I force myself to stay calm, but the arms I have looped around Ethan's neck won't stop shaking. At that moment, I stop hesitating and decide I'll take the offer from that international research project.Three days from now, I'll be gone from Ethan's world for good."