Page 52 of Mending Scars

She bunched her lips together to one side. “Let’s order in—take-out or pizza?”

I rubbed her stomach. “Whatever you and the baby want.”

“I have a craving for Pad Thai. Extra spicy.”

“Pad Thai it is.” I pulled out my phone. “Which place?”

“Sugar and Spice. I like theirs the best.”

I called the restaurant after Googling it. In the middle of placing our order, Kaiya tugged on my shirt sleeve and whispered. “Ooh, get some veggie dumplings, too.”

I tickled her sides and she squirmed out of my grasp. “Can I also get an order of the veggie dumplings?” I paused as they confirmed my order. “That’ll be it. Great, thanks.”

I hung up the phone. “They said about thirty to forty-five minutes.” I settled back onto the couch and started rubbing Kaiya’s legs again. “How was your day, baby?”

She laid back on the couch. “Amazing. Nori and I went to this relaxing spa and got mani-pedis.” She wiggled her toes and spread her fingers out in front of her. “You like the color?”

I looked down at her hot pink nails. “Yeah, babe.” I could care less what color her nails were, but I complimented her choice anyway. “Looks great on you.”

She gave me a shy smile as her cheeks turned a little red. “Thank you.”

Kaiya’s phone started ringing in front of me on the coffee table. She quickly swiped it and answered hesitantly after looking at the screen. “Hello?”

Her eyes darted to me, then quickly away as she repeated louder, “Hello?”

She tensed slightly before hanging up.

Strange. I wonder who that was.

I gave her a questioning look. “Who was that?”

She swallowed deeply and avoided my eyes. “Wrong number.”

I couldn’t stop the doubt that crept and settled in my stomach.

What if she’s seeing someone else? This isn’t the first time she’s gotten a call from a “wrong number.”

I shoved the thought away. “Everything okay?” I asked in concern.

“Yeah,” she replied with a clipped nod. “Just tired.”

Something seemed off to me, but I didn’t want to prod her. Work and the pregnancy always wore her out. “Well, lay back and relax, baby.”

Resting her hands on her little bulge, she laid back down and sighed. I couldn’t help but repeatedly glance at her phone sitting right beside her, wondering who had just called her.

After a few seconds, the screen lit up. “You got a text,” I said as I cocked my head toward it.

Her eyes went from me to her phone, then back again. “It’s probably Nori. I’ll check it later.”

Something was definitely going on. My suspicions about her cheating seemed more valid with each passing second. So many calls from wrong numbers, her leaving the room or turning the phone away when she gets a text, not to mention that one time when I answered a call from an unknown number and they hung up.

Maybe she’s still getting those texts from the unknown number. Would she really keep that from me?

“You’re not still getting texts from the unknown number, are you? You’d tell me, right?”

She nodded stiffly. “Of course I would.” She sounded unsure.

Well, then what is she hiding?

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