Page 18 of Worship Him

"Look, cupcake! Carrots today. And maybe some pears for dessert?"

Destiny's entire world has narrowed to that stroller and its precious cargo. She doesn't notice the other shoppers giving her indulgent smiles. Doesn't see me, lurking at the end of the aisle, unable to tear my eyes away.

My mind races, leaping to conclusions faster than I can process them. She must have cheated on me. It's the only explanation that fits. I clench my jaw, holding back the anger flaring through my body.

It makes sense—she was too quick to agree to the divorce, too willing to walk away from everything we built together.

I grip the basket tighter, the strawberries and avocados now forgotten.

"Hey, you gonna buy those or what?" A voice behind me jolts me back to reality.

I turn and see an elderly man waiting for me to move. "Keep 'em," I mutter, dropping the basket and striding out of the store.

The automatic doors barely have time to slide open before I'm through them. My car chirps as I unlock it, yanking the door open with enough force to make the hinges groan.

My phone feels heavy in my hand as I dial my lawyer's number. The line rings twice before he picks up.

"Adam, what's up?" he asks.

"We need an immediate court date," I say, my voice icy and controlled despite the bubbling fury in my chest. "I just found out Destiny has a baby. A baby she’s been hiding from me."

"Wait, what?" He sounds taken aback. "Are you sure?"

"I saw her myself," I snap. "Pushing a stroller with a baby girl inside. Cooing over the child like only a mother could."

"And you think?—"

"She must have cheated on me," I cut him off. "That’s why she agreed to the divorce so easily."

There's a pause on the other end. "Adam, this complicates things."

"No shit," I mutter. "Use this information to dissolve any stakes Destiny has in my company. I don’t want her benefiting from something she jeopardized."

"Alright, but we need to tread carefully here," he cautions. "If we make accusations without solid proof?—"

"I don’t care," I growl. "Get me that court date."

"Okay, okay," he concedes. "I'll push for it immediately."

I end the call and toss the phone onto the passenger seat. My knuckles are white against the steering wheel as I stare out at the busy parking lot, people around me oblivious to my turmoil.

The thought of Destiny with someone else during our marriage churns my stomach. I can’t believe she’d do this to me—to us.

My mind flashes back to moments we shared—our wedding day, late-night conversations about our dreams, plans for a future together.

All tainted now by her backstabbing.

I need to clear my head before I allow my emotions to cloud my decisions. The engine roars to life, matching the fury coursing through my veins.

Destiny. With a baby.

The image burns in my mind, mocking me. How long had she been lying? How long had she been playing me for a fool?

I peel out of the parking lot, tires screeching. The world blurs around me as I drive, my mind a whirlwind of rage and betrayal.

One thing's for sure: this isn't over. Not by a long shot.

The road stretches out in front of me, a blur of asphalt and yellow lines. My mind is spinning as fast as the wheels of my car.

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