Next to him, Jessica was sitting up, a bandage on her forehead and a hint of fear in her eyes as she met my gaze. An awkward silence settled, thick and impenetrable. My instincts screamed to demand answers, but the doctor’s presence held me back.

Dr. Harris cleared his throat, breaking the oppressive quiet. “Mrs. Thompson, I must warn you that your husband suffered a concussion. He may experience some temporary memory lapses.”

I nodded, the doctor’s words barely penetrating the fog of emotional turmoil. My eyes flickered back to Jessica, who fidgeted with the edge of her hospital gown. Her presence was a question mark, a riddle that demanded solving.

“Why were you with my husband?” The question slipped from my lips, sharp and unyielding.

Michael turned to me, confusion etched into his features. “Anna, I—it’s not what it looks like.”

“Then what is it?” My voice wavered, raw with emotion.

Jessica took a deep breath, her voice tentative. “We ran into each other at a business conference. We were just catching up, and he offered to give me a ride back to my hotel. It was innocent, I swear.”

Innocent. The word dangled in the air, a fragile lifeline I wasn’t sure I could grasp. Michael’s eyes pleaded with me to believe, but doubt clawed at my insides.

Dr. Harris sensed the tension and tactfully excused himself, leaving us in the charged silence. I looked back at Michael, searching his face for something—anything—to hold onto.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sincerity in his eyes. “I should have told you, but I didn’t want to worry you while you’re pregnant. It was stupid. I didn’t think…”

His words faltered, leaving behind the jagged edges of truth and misunderstanding. I wanted to believe him, to trust the man I loved, but the hurt ran deep, creating fissures in the foundation of our relationship.

I reached out, touching his uninjured hand, feeling the warmth and solidity of it. “We need to talk, Michael. We need to figure this out.”

He nodded, relief mingling with regret in his eyes. Jessica quietly rose, respecting the fragile moment, and slipped away, her presence a ghost that would linger long after she was gone.

As I stood there, facing the complex reality of love and trust, I realized that this was just the beginning. The road ahead would be rocky, fraught with uncertainty, but it was a journey we had to take together if we hoped to emerge stronger on the other side.