I found out on a Monday. Just like that, my whole marriage cracked open like a dropped glass.

Ezra had been acting weird for weeks—staying late at work, guarding his phone like it was a newborn. I knew something was off, but I told myself I was being paranoid. Then I found the messages. They weren’t even hidden. He was texting someone named Bree all kinds of things he hadn’t said to me in years. Stuff that made my stomach flip.

I didn’t confront him right away. I just… shut down. Three days later, we had dinner at his mom’s house—his brother Cassian was there. Cass and I always had this weird tension. Not in a flirty way, just… charged. He noticed I was off, asked if I was okay, and I broke. I told him everything.

He didn’t say much. Just looked at me in this way like… he saw the whole mess and didn’t judge me for any of it. I ended up staying late, helping his mom clean up, and Ezra had left early to “take a work call.” Cass drove me home. But I didn’t go inside. I asked him to come in with me.

I wasn’t planning on anything happening, I swear. But one thing led to another, and… yeah.

Now it’s been six weeks. I took the test this morning while Ezra was in the shower. I stared at that little pink line for ten whole minutes. Then I locked myself in the bathroom and cried.

Because here’s the thing—Ezra doesn’t know I know. He thinks I’m still clueless. He’s planning some big trip for our anniversary.

And I don’t know who the father is.

The first thing I did after locking myself in the bathroom was call my best friend, Nia. She’s the kind of person who can handle your worst secrets without batting an eye. When she picked up, I blurted it all out before I could chicken out. Her silence on the other end scared me more than anything.

“Say something,” I whispered, clutching the counter so hard my knuckles turned white.

“Okay,” she finally said. “So, you’re pregnant. And you’re not sure if it’s Ezra’s or Cassian’s.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re still living with Ezra?”

“Yes.”

“Wow.” She exhaled loudly. “This is… messy.”

“I know.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I feel like I’m stuck between two cliffs, and no matter which way I jump, I’m gonna fall.”

“Well,” Nia said slowly, “you have to figure out who the baby’s father is. That’s step one. Step two is deciding what you want. Do you want to stay with Ezra? Do you want to tell him about… everything?”

Her questions hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t have answers for any of them. All I knew was that I couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine when my entire world felt like it was falling apart.

Two days later, I went to see Dr. Patel for a confirmation. The moment she confirmed the pregnancy, I burst into tears. She handed me a tissue and waited patiently as I tried to pull myself together.

“Do you have any questions?” she asked gently.

“Just one,” I said, wiping my eyes. “Can we do a paternity test now? Like, during the pregnancy?”

She nodded. “Yes, we can do a non-invasive prenatal paternity test. It’s safe for both you and the baby. We’ll need a DNA sample from the potential fathers.”

My heart sank. How was I supposed to get DNA samples from Ezra and Cassian without raising suspicion? This was getting more complicated by the second.

That night, I sat at the kitchen table staring at Ezra across from me. He was scrolling through his phone, completely oblivious to the storm raging inside me. I wanted to hate him—to blame him for everything—but I couldn’t. Not entirely. If I was being honest, our marriage had been crumbling long before Bree came into the picture. We’d stopped talking, stopped laughing, stopped being together. The cheating was just the final nail in the coffin.

But Cassian… What had happened between us wasn’t just about revenge or anger. It was raw, emotional, and confusing. For years, I’d felt this unspoken connection with him—like we were two puzzle pieces that almost fit but never quite clicked. That night at my house, it had all spilled over. Now, I was carrying the consequences.

The next day, I texted Cassian. My hands shook as I typed out the message: We need to talk. Can you meet me?

He replied almost instantly: Of course. Are you okay?

We met at a quiet café downtown. When I walked in, he stood up immediately, his face full of concern. Seeing him made my chest tighten. He wasn’t like Ezra—polished and predictable. Cassian was wilder, rougher around the edges, but there was a kindness in him that drew me in.

“What’s going on?” he asked as soon as I sat down.

“I’m pregnant,” I blurted out.

His eyes widened. “What?”

“It happened that night,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “And… I don’t know who the father is.”

Cassian leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “Wow. Okay. What do you need from me?”

“I need a DNA sample for a paternity test,” I explained. “It’s non-invasive—they just swab your cheek.”

He nodded. “Okay. Whatever you need.”

Relief washed over me. At least he wasn’t angry or shutting me out. “Thank you,” I said softly. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.”

“You didn’t drag me anywhere,” he said firmly. “This is as much my mess as it is yours.”

Getting Ezra’s sample was trickier. I decided to wait until he fell asleep and then used a sterilized cotton swab to collect cells from his mouth. It felt wrong—sneaky—but I didn’t know what else to do. By the time I sent both samples to the lab, I was exhausted and emotionally drained.

Waiting for the results felt like an eternity. Every day, I oscillated between hope and dread. What would I do if the baby was Ezra’s? Could I stay with him knowing what I knew? And if it was Cassian’s… what then?

When the results finally came, I nearly dropped my phone. The baby was Cassian’s.

I called him right away. “It’s yours,” I said when he answered. “The baby is yours.”

There was a long pause on the other end. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. The test confirmed it.”

“Okay,” he said slowly. “What happens now?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I can’t stay with Ezra. Not anymore. But I don’t know if I’m ready to… be with you either.”

“That’s fair,” he said. “Take your time. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

In the weeks that followed, I moved out of the house I shared with Ezra. Telling him was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. He was devastated—and furious—but deep down, I think he knew our marriage was already over.

As for Cassian and me, we’re taking things slow. We’re trying to navigate this strange new chapter together, one step at a time. It’s not perfect, and it’s definitely not easy, but it feels real in a way my relationship with Ezra never did.

Looking back, I realize this whole experience taught me something important: life doesn’t give us neat little endings tied up with a bow. Sometimes, it throws us into chaos and forces us to find our way out. The key is to choose honesty—even when it hurts—and to trust that love, in whatever form it takes, will guide you forward.

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