My “Single” Husband

The morning light filtered through our bedroom curtains as I placed my hand over my swollen belly, feeling a gentle kick against my palm. Six months pregnant, and our little miracle was getting stronger every day.

"Baby, I can't wait for you to meet your daddy properly," I whispered, smiling as I felt another flutter. "Today's the big ultrasound. We'll see if you're a boy or a girl."

I glanced at the clock—7:30 AM. Ethan would need to hurry if he was going to make it to the hospital with me. The appointment was at 10:00, and it would take at least forty minutes to get there.

"Ethan?" I called out, waddling to the doorway of our bedroom. "Are you almost ready? We should leave soon if you're coming with me."

My husband appeared in the hallway, already dressed in his crisp navy suit, his dark hair perfectly styled. He looked handsome as always, but his expression was distracted, his eyes fixed on his phone.

"Elara, about that," he said, not meeting my eyes. "I can't make it today."

My smile faltered. "But... this is the 20-week ultrasound. The important one where we find out the gender."

"I know, but this deadline came up suddenly." He slipped his phone into his pocket and finally looked at me. "The Harrington account needs immediate attention. If I can land this deal, it could mean a promotion."

I swallowed my disappointment. "But we've been planning this for weeks. You promised you'd be there."

"And I'm sorry about that." He checked his watch. "I really need to go. The team's waiting for me."

I watched him grab his briefcase from the entryway table. "Will you at least try to make it later? Maybe if you finish early?"

"Maybe," he said, already heading toward the door. "Don't wait up for me tonight. This could run late."

With a quick peck on my cheek, he was gone, leaving me standing alone in our hallway, one hand supporting my lower back, the other resting on my belly.

"It's just us again, baby," I said softly. "But that's okay. Mommy loves you enough for both of us."

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The hospital waiting room was crowded with expectant mothers and their partners. I sat alone in the corner chair, trying not to feel sorry for myself as I watched a husband tenderly massage his wife's shoulders nearby.

"Elara Vance?" The nurse called my name.

I stood carefully, my back aching from the weight of my pregnancy. "That's me."

"Your doctor will see you shortly. Please have a seat in the examination area."

I followed her down the corridor, past rooms where I could hear the rhythmic whooshing of fetal heartbeats through ultrasound machines. Each sound made my heart swell with anticipation.

"Your husband isn't joining you today?" the nurse asked kindly.

"He had to work," I replied, forcing a smile. "Important deadline."

She nodded sympathetically. "Such a busy time in your life. Well, we'll get you taken care of."

After completing some paperwork, I returned to the waiting area, clutching my purse and the small gift shop teddy bear I'd bought for the baby. I had twenty minutes before my appointment, so I decided to get some water from the vending machine across the lobby.

That's when I saw him.

Ethan.

My Ethan, who was supposedly in an important meeting, who had claimed he couldn't possibly take time off for our baby's ultrasound.

He was standing at the reception desk, his hand resting protectively on the small of a woman's back. She was pregnant too—maybe four or five months along—with glossy dark hair and expensive clothes. Her hand rested casually on my husband's arm as she laughed at something he said.

I froze, my water bottle slipping from my fingers and clattering to the floor.

"What do you mean I'm not registered?" The woman's voice carried across the lobby. "Ethan said he took care of everything."

"Let me check again, Ms. Sterling," the receptionist replied. "Sometimes there's a delay in the system."

Chloe Sterling. I recognized her now—she worked at Ethan's company. I'd met her once at a company picnic last summer. She'd been coolly polite then, barely acknowledging me.

Ethan's attention was focused entirely on her, his expression tender as he squeezed her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll sort it out."

The Ethan I knew—the one who had rushed out this morning claiming a work emergency—was handling her paperwork with patient care. The Ethan who couldn't spare two hours for our baby's ultrasound was taking time to ensure Chloe Sterling's appointment went smoothly.

My legs felt like lead as I moved toward them. Maybe there was an explanation. Maybe this was a work thing—a client or something.

"Ethan?" My voice sounded strange to my own ears.

He turned, his eyes meeting mine. For a split second, something flickered in them—recognition, perhaps even guilt—before his expression smoothed into polite confusion.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice carrying in the quiet lobby. "Do I know you?"

The world seemed to tilt beneath my feet. "What?"

Chloe looked between us, her perfectly shaped eyebrows drawing together. "Is this woman bothering you?"

"No," Ethan replied firmly, his arm sliding around Chloe's waist. "Just someone who seems confused. We should get you checked in."

I stood there, dumbfounded, as my husband—the man who had promised to love and protect me—looked right through me as if I were a stranger.

"Ethan," I said again, my voice stronger now, though it trembled with hurt. "What are you doing?"

He stared at me with cold, unfamiliar eyes. "I'm sorry, but you need to step back. You're making my girlfriend uncomfortable."

Girlfriend.

The word hit me like a physical blow.

"And you are?" Chloe asked, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

"I'm Elara," I managed. "Elara Hayes. Ethan's wife."

Chloe's eyes widened in theatrical shock. "Ethan, is this some kind of crazy stalker? Should we call security?"

Ethan's face hardened as he looked at me. "I don't know this woman," he said loudly enough for everyone in the waiting area to hear. "She must have me confused with someone else."

As I stood there, six months pregnant with his child, my husband denied knowing me in front of everyone—including the woman carrying what could only be his other child.