“We had an agreement,” Mike said quickly. “A gentleman’s agreement. No one would ever know. I wouldn’t be involved. It would just be… biology. He’d be the dad in every way that mattered.”
Lindsay stared at him like he had started speaking another language.
“A gentleman’s agreement? About another woman’s body?” she gasped.
Mike’s voice cracked. “I thought I was saving your marriage. I thought I was… giving you a gift.”
“A gentleman’s agreement?”
“You both decided,” Lindsay said quietly, “that we didn’t deserve the truth.”
Lindsay’s phone buzzed. Greg’s name flashed. She turned the screen toward us, answered, then put it on speaker.
“Don’t call my house again,” she said, voice flat, and ended it.
Minutes later, I called the police. Not because I wanted Greg punished… I did. But it was more than that, because what he did wasn’t just a betrayal. It was fraud, consent forgery, and a medical violation.
And Tiffany — she deserved the truth more than he deserved my silence.
Minutes later, I called the police.
***
Later, I watched Greg move around his suitcase. “Sue.”
I didn’t step toward him. I didn’t reach for something I’d already learned was gone.
“No. We’re done here.”
He swallowed hard. “I can fix this.”
