Ralph came out of the shower, and I walked over to him, kneading his shoulders, my voice soft as water. "You work so hard, honey. All these client dinners lately. Don't wear yourself out."
He closed his eyes, pleased with himself. "It's all for our future."
"Oh, by the way," I said, keeping my tone idle, "I was at your office today and noticed that receptionist, Lisa, looks like she's pregnant. So young, too."
His whole body went rigid. His voice tightened. "...Really? I hadn't noticed."
"Looked about three or four months along." I kept it light, offhand.
"Kids these days, so careless with themselves." He forced the words out. Sweat was already beading on his forehead.
I laughed coldly on the inside, but my face stayed nothing but concerned. "Right? I just hope her boyfriend's a responsible guy. She deserves that much."
"I... I'm sure he is..." His voice was shaking.
The next morning, I messaged my private investigator and told him to tail Ralph and Lisa around the clock.
By evening, a full set of photos landed in my inbox.