My name is Emily. I’m 39 years old, and I’ve been married to Daniel for 17 years.
If you had asked me three months ago whether I was happy in my marriage, I would have answered yes without hesitation.
But now, I don’t even know how to explain what happened in our bedroom.
It all started on an ordinary Tuesday night.
It was around two in the morning when I woke up to a strange sensation.
Someone was touching my belly.
I kept my eyes closed.
It was Daniel.
He was sitting beside our bed. The room was almost completely dark, but the faint glow of his phone illuminated his face.
At first, I thought he was simply checking whether I was feeling all right.
But then I heard the unmistakable sound of a camera taking a picture.
Daniel was photographing my belly.
He carefully lifted my nightgown a little higher, took two more pictures, and whispered something under his breath.