Despite telling herself that she’d suspected something like this, Becca had tried not to be shocked, hurt, and upset, but she’d failed on all counts.

Suspecting him of having an affair was one thing.

Having that affair and pregnancy confirmed was quite another.

“You told me you never wanted kids,” Becca reminded him, trying to keep from screaming at him at the top of her lungs.

“I guess I changed my mind,” he responded, turning away from her accusing face.

“You guess?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“If you didn’t mean for it to happen, you should have used a condom.”

“Who says I didn’t?”

“Did you?” Becca demanded. Did he think she was a moron?

He almost lied to her. She could see him thinking whether he could make her believe him. But he knew her almost as well as she knew him. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way,” he mumbled, heading for the bedroom and his suitcase.

She followed him, too betrayed to let him just go. She yanked down another bag and stuffed it full of his clothes. Her outrage, her all-consuming fury, helped her cram his Brooks Brothers button-downs into small wads. “Take everything. Everything. Don’t come back. Ever.”

“Becca, you’re just upset. I’ve gotta come back and get-”

“Don’t be reasonable, Ben. I swear to God. Don’t be reasonable or I’ll scream.” She glared at him, but all she saw was the baby. The one he was having…with someone else. “If you can’t carry it now, it’ll be on the front porch.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

“I’m ridiculous?” she demanded, dropping one of his white shirts onto the bedroom floor.

Ben, the coward, couldn’t hold her gaze. In tense silence he snatched up the shirt, finished packing his bag, and stormed out. She tossed the other suitcase after him, not caring whether he picked it up or not.