The Dinner That Changed Everything

Last night was supposed to be special. My husband surprised me with a romantic dinner — candles, wine, soft music. He never did things like this, so I was caught off guard. I let myself believe maybe, just maybe, he was finally making an effort.
We ate. We laughed. We finished our wine.
Then, half-joking, I said, “Okay, what’s going on? Are you dying or something?”
He went quiet. Too quiet.
Then the words came out:
“I’ve been cheating.”
My heart stopped.
Before I could even absorb the weight of his confession, he added:
“And she might be pregnant.”
I sat frozen. Not crying. Not angry. Just hollow.
I didn’t even know what to say.
But then, before I could respond, he picked up his phone, made a call, and said:
“Come in.”
The door opened.
I turned my head slowly, preparing for the worst —
…and froze.
Standing there wasn’t her.
It was my sister.