Thomas stood frozen in the center of his office, the scent of Samantha's perfume still lingering in the air like a toxic cloud. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drum against the sudden stillness. He looked at the closed door, then at the photo of Delia on his desk, her smiling face a stark contrast to the chilling reality of the past few minutes.
Samantha. Pregnant. With his child.
The words echoed in his mind, a cruel twist of fate in an already nightmarish situation. He ran a hand through his hair, the movement jerky and desperate. How could this be happening? How could he have been so blind, so utterly reckless? No wonder Delia had left him.
He had thought if he had left Samantha and their messy affair behind him then his wife would come back to him. He had convinced
