Tyler picked up the folder before she could. He opened it.

“Debra asked me to look into a few things back in the spring,” Margaret said evenly.

“Come on,” Rachel smirked.

“I’ve had a paralegal friend at your company, running quiet checks for me ever since. Public employment records, civil filings, and a few LinkedIn trails. Two other executives, at two other firms. Job changes, abrupt departures. Both men left their positions within months of Rachel’s arrival. Both marriages ended.”

Color drained from Tyler’s face page by page.

He read it. Then read it again.

“This isn’t,” Rachel began. “This is out of context.”

“Are you actually pregnant?” Tyler asked, very quietly.

She did not answer.

“Rachel. Are you actually pregnant?”

Still nothing.

I watched my husband of eighteen years finally see the woman he had traded our marriage for.

 

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