He Cheated While I Was in Labor,So I Took His Company

New Year's Eve. My water broke without warning.

Derek Shaw didn't even stop to put on shoes. He scooped me up and carried me to the car, his bare feet scraping across the frozen pavement until they left bloody streaks on the concrete.

My eyes burned with tears—grateful, overwhelmed.

Then I saw it. On the back seat. A torn condom wrapper.

"What... is this?"

I struggled to steady my breathing, fingers trembling as I picked up the small foil packet.

Derek glanced at it in the rearview mirror. His expression didn't change—not even a flicker.