She Looked Out the Clinic Window and Saw Her Husband With Twins. The Truth Was Worse Than She Imagined (2 of 3)

Daniel.

But he wasn’t the man I’d kissed goodbye that morning. This Daniel was dressed in tailored black, polished shoes gleaming. And in his arms—two newborns. He stepped into a sleek black car, vanishing before I could even blink.

My stomach dropped. Whose babies were those? Why was he here?

Heart racing, I rushed down the corridor toward the maternity ward. Inside, I found a beautiful woman folding tiny onesies into a designer bag. She turned, startled.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“I’m Emily,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m looking for my husband, Daniel. I just saw him leaving… with two babies. Are they yours?”

The color drained from her face.

“Your husband? Daniel told me he was divorced.”

Her name was Claire. She believed Daniel was a wealthy investor, living in a grand mansion outside the city. She had just given birth to twins.

Shock numbed me, but I told her everything—our nine years of marriage, our son, my pregnancy. Claire’s eyes filled with tears as the truth sank in.

We went together to her house. In the nursery, Daniel was rocking one of the twins to sleep. When he turned and saw us both standing there, his face went ashen.