My Husband Left Me for His Assistant, Now He Begs Me Back

He was supposed to be with me at my prenatal appointment.

Then Richard Weiss got a phone call, and the color drained from his face in an instant.

He looked at me, his expression torn and anguished.

"Vera Sullivan, Brenda's flight is today. She's leaving the country for good."

"This is the last time. I have to go see her off."

I rested my hand on my belly and watched him in silence.

"Do you really have to go?"

Richard's voice trembled. He couldn't meet my eyes.

"Vera, after this, I'll be a good husband to you. I promise."

"The three of us—you, me, and the baby—we'll be a real family."