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At nine months pregnant, I believed that bending over to clean would be the hardest thing I\u2019d face. But my husband\u2019s coldness and a shocking discovery in his closet forced me to question everything. When I found strange bills and uncovered a truth he\u2019d been hiding, I knew I had to confront whatever was driving a wedge between us.\n I\u2019m nine months pregnant, just days away from giving birth. This should be the happiest time of my life, but instead, it\u2019s turned into a complete nightmare.\n Aaron suddenly became distant, cold, and disappeared all the time. At first, I thought I was just being paranoid, but it only got worse. My friend said that some men cheat on their pregnant wives because they stop finding them attractive. Seriously? She suggested I check his stuff, and, god, I wish I hadn\u2019t\u2026\n I found women\u2019s lace underwear in his things. NOT MINE. I cried myself to sleep that night\u2014alone. I don\u2019t even know if he came home! The next day, I found THE DAMN BILLS in the trash, and that was the final blow! It made everything crystal clear.\n Sitting at the table, I slowly started piecing the bills together, my hands trembling. They were bills, but the details were incomplete.\n No addresses, no logos\u2014just amounts and dates. My mind was racing with questions.\n I pushed the papers aside and collapsed into a chair. I couldn\u2019t keep guessing. I needed the truth\u2014from Aaron.\n When Aaron came home that evening, I was already sitting in the kitchen.\n \u201cCare to explain?\u201d I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.\n Aaron froze when he saw the papers. “Damn. I forgot to take out the trash,” he said, his face tight.\n “Is that all you have to say?!” My voice broke with anger.\n \u201cVeronica, I\u2014\u201d\n \u201cWhat? You avoid me, you disappear, I find lingerie in your drawer, and now this?!\u201d I slammed my hand on the table, my frustration boiling over.\n Aaron’s shoulders drooped. “They’re hospital bills,” he said, his voice barely audible.\n “Hospital bills? For who?” I asked, my anger mixing with confusion.\n “My mom,” he replied softly.\n “Sara? She’s sick? Why didn\u2019t you tell me?” I stood up, my heart sinking.\n “I didn\u2019t want to add to your stress. You\u2019ve got enough on your plate. And I know how things are between you and her. I thought you\u2019d be upset that I\u2019ve been spending money on her, especially with the baby coming,” he said, avoiding my gaze.\n “Aaron, that\u2019s absurd! She\u2019s your mom. If she\u2019s sick, of course, I\u2019d want to help you\u2014and her,” I said firmly.\n “I didn\u2019t think about it like that,” he admitted, looking defeated.\n “And the lingerie?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.\n “It was meant for you. I know you\u2019ve been feeling insecure, so I thought it might make you feel special,” he murmured.\n I sighed, my anger giving way to weariness. “I\u2019m still upset. You kept all of this from me. I\u2019m your wife, Aaron. It hurts that you didn\u2019t trust me.”\n “I know. I\u2019m sorry,” he said, his voice filled with regret.\n “I need some time to think,” I said, sitting back down.\n Aaron nodded and quietly walked out, and I heard the door close behind him. The house was still once more.\n Two hours later, I stood outside Sara\u2019s hospital room, holding a box with her favorite cherry pie.\n Aaron was at her side, holding her hand. His face lit up when he saw me.\n “Veronica?” Sara said, her voice filled with surprise as she shifted to sit up.\n “No, don\u2019t get up,” I said quickly, stepping closer. “I brought you some cherry pie. I remembered it\u2019s your favorite.”\n Sara\u2019s eyes softened. “Oh, thank you, Veronica. That\u2019s so kind of you.”\n I hesitated before speaking. “I\u2019m sorry I haven\u2019t visited sooner,” I said, my voice faltering.\n “It\u2019s not your fault,” Sara replied, shaking her head. “I know Aaron didn\u2019t tell you. We didn\u2019t want to worry you.”\n “You shouldn\u2019t have done that,” I said, meeting her gaze. “I know we don\u2019t always see eye to eye, but in times like this, support matters. Family matters.”\n Sara nodded, her expression serious. “You\u2019re right. I know I haven\u2019t been the best mother-in-law. I\u2019ve been unfair to you. This illness has made me reflect. I\u2019m sorry, Veronica. I\u2019ll try not to interfere anymore.”\n I shook my head, letting out a soft laugh, easing the tension. Aaron got up, walked over, and placed his hand gently on my belly.\n Sara glanced at me\u2014not with her usual judgment, but with what felt like a moment of understanding. 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