My Fiancée Promised the Boss a Baby at Our Engagement Party; I Made Them Pay
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I found a box of ultra-thin condoms in Serena's bag. Rose-scented. And half-used. My gut twisted into a knot. I was allergic to latex; I never used that stuff. Just as I was debating whether to call her, Serena beat me to it: "Honey, I have to meet a client tonight, so I won't be home for dinner." "Might be busy until midnight, so you go to bed early and don't wait up." "Love you!" 1 I swallowed my surging emotions and asked, "Where are you meeting this client?" She hesitated for a few seconds before naming a well-known upscale hotel in the city. I snatched my car keys, didn't waste…