A Gynecologist’s Patient Informed Her, “I’m Pregnant with Your Husband’s Baby. You Need to Divorce Him!” The Next Morning, the Patient Phoned Her, Screaming, “What Did You Do?!”

He still brought me coffee before early shifts and kissed my forehead at night.

Was it a perfect marriage? Close enough that I never checked.

Roy and I had been married twelve years.

Until one Tuesday.

My last appointment was a new patient named Tessa.

She was young and wore a fitted dress that showed off a very round belly. She sat down, crossed her ankles, and smiled at me like we were old friends.

“You’re Vanessa? Roy’s wife?”