Six Weeks After I Gave Birth to Triplets, My Husband Announced He Deserved a Two-Week Vacation—So I Repacked His Suitcase With Proof of the Father He Had Pretended to Be
“You really did this to me?”
My husband’s scream burst through my telephone at four in the afternoon.
Maisie startled against my chest.
Miles kicked inside his bassinet.
Mara began crying before I had finished warming her bottle.
I lowered the call volume with fingers still sticky from formula.
“What did I do, Callum?”
“You emptied my suitcase!”
A door slammed somewhere behind him.
Then I heard another man ask:
“What is all that?”
Callum had opened the suitcase in front of his friends.
Exactly as I had planned.
“My clothes are gone,” he shouted. “You packed diapers, feeding schedules, that ridiculous shirt, and a parenting book.”
