I Thought I Was Saving a Homeless Woman—Until My Husband Called Her “Mom”
I woke up that morning feeling a weight heavier than just my pregnancy. The tension in the house was thick, constant, suffocating.
Carter was already up, moving around with sharp, impatient movements.
“Finally awake?” he said, his voice clipped and cold.
I sat up slowly, hand on my belly.
“I didn’t sleep well,” I murmured.
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