Julian pulled his phone from his pocket.

He tapped the screen and held it in front of Chloe.

“I didn’t do anything,” Julian said.

“But eight months ago I hired a private investigator because I found a charge on our joint card for a private fertility clinic in downtown Chicago—a clinic we had never used.”

Chloe fell to her knees on the floor.

“I thought you were lying about our IVF progress,” Julian said, tears finally spilling.