At nine months pregnant, I believed that bending over to clean would be the hardest thing I’d face. But my husband’s coldness and a shocking discovery in his closet forced me to question everything. When I found strange bills and uncovered a truth he’d been hiding, I knew I had to confront whatever was driving a wedge between us.
I’m nine months pregnant, just days away from giving birth. This should be the happiest time of my life, but instead, it’s turned into a complete nightmare.
Aaron suddenly became distant, cold, and disappeared all the time. At first, I thought I was just being paranoid, but it only got worse. My friend said that some men cheat on their pregnant wives because they stop finding them attractive. Seriously? She suggested I check his stuff, and, god, I wish I hadn’t…
I found women’s lace underwear in his things. NOT MINE. I cried myself to sleep that night—alone. I don’t even know if he came home! The next day, I found THE DAMN BILLS in the trash, and that was the final blow! It made everything crystal clear.
Sitting at the table, I slowly started piecing the bills together, my hands trembling. They were bills, but the details were incomplete.
No addresses, no logos—just amounts and dates. My mind was racing with questions.
I pushed the papers aside and collapsed into a chair. I couldn’t keep guessing. I needed the truth—from Aaron.
When Aaron came home that evening, I was already sitting in the kitchen.
“Care to explain?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.
Aaron froze when he saw the papers. “Damn. I forgot to take out the trash,” he said, his face tight.
“Is that all you have to say?!” My voice broke with anger.
“Veronica, I—”
“What? You avoid me, you disappear, I find lingerie in your drawer, and now this?!” I slammed my hand on the table, my frustration boiling over.
Aaron’s shoulders drooped. “They’re hospital bills,” he said, his voice barely audible.
“Hospital bills? For who?” I asked, my anger mixing with confusion.
“My mom,” he replied softly.
“Sara? She’s sick? Why didn’t you tell me?” I stood up, my heart sinking.
“I didn’t want to add to your stress. You’ve got enough on your plate. And I know how things are between you and her. I thought you’d be upset that I’ve been spending money on her, especially with the baby coming,” he said, avoiding my gaze.
“Aaron, that’s absurd! She’s your mom. If she’s sick, of course, I’d want to help you—and her,” I said firmly.
“I didn’t think about it like that,” he admitted, looking defeated.
“And the lingerie?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
“It was meant for you. I know you’ve been feeling insecure, so I thought it might make you feel special,” he murmured.
I sighed, my anger giving way to weariness. “I’m still upset. You kept all of this from me. I’m your wife, Aaron. It hurts that you didn’t trust me.”
“I know. I’m sorry,” he said, his voice filled with regret.
“I need some time to think,” I said, sitting back down.
Aaron nodded and quietly walked out, and I heard the door close behind him. The house was still once more.
Two hours later, I stood outside Sara’s hospital room, holding a box with her favorite cherry pie.
Aaron was at her side, holding her hand. His face lit up when he saw me.
“Veronica?” Sara said, her voice filled with surprise as she shifted to sit up.
“No, don’t get up,” I said quickly, stepping closer. “I brought you some cherry pie. I remembered it’s your favorite.”
Sara’s eyes softened. “Oh, thank you, Veronica. That’s so kind of you.”
I hesitated before speaking. “I’m sorry I haven’t visited sooner,” I said, my voice faltering.
“It’s not your fault,” Sara replied, shaking her head. “I know Aaron didn’t tell you. We didn’t want to worry you.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I said, meeting her gaze. “I know we don’t always see eye to eye, but in times like this, support matters. Family matters.”
Sara nodded, her expression serious. “You’re right. I know I haven’t been the best mother-in-law. I’ve been unfair to you. This illness has made me reflect. I’m sorry, Veronica. I’ll try not to interfere anymore.”
I shook my head, letting out a soft laugh, easing the tension. Aaron got up, walked over, and placed his hand gently on my belly.
Sara glanced at me—not with her usual judgment, but with what felt like a moment of understanding. It was as if the barriers between us were finally starting to crumble.
