But later, while getting into the car for work, I found a used condom.
When I confronted him, he said he'd looked into it and it was the driver who'd picked up a prostitute. He fired the man on the spot.
I chose to believe him again.
But all those late nights at the office, all those business trips over the past two months, every single one had been spent with Vivian.
And here she was, gloating over each encounter like a trophy.
When I lifted my head again, my face was perfectly still.
"You love him that much? Then I hope you two are chained together for life."
Especially through the hard times.
I shoved past her shoulder. All I wanted was out of this suffocating room.
Stewart was already coming back with the first-aid kit.
A sharp glint flickered through Vivian's eyes.
"Ahh!"
She threw herself backward, slamming hard into the wall behind her.
I watched, stunned, as she clutched her stomach and wailed: "It hurts! My baby, the baby!"
"Leonora, even if you hate me, the child is innocent!"
The first-aid kit slipped from Stewart's hands and cracked against the floor.
He lunged forward and scooped Vivian into his arms as she sobbed.
"Vivian, don't be scared. I'm here!"
Then he turned on me, eyes savage: