Taylor made sure the kids were OK before bravely pulling her bathrobe over her large belly and braving the night. Cautiously, Taylor unlocked the front door and peered outside. Nobody was there.
The only sound was the neighbor's annoying dog next door. Next to that, there was nothing. So that meant that the person who had had Travis's phone had either vanished into plain sight or there was no person.
Taylor stepped outside, shutting the screen door behind her. She had her phone open to the keypad so that if needed, she could call 911. As a comfort mechanism, Taylor stroked her large growing belly.
"It's OK", she muttered to herself under her breath. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks as she assumed the worst.
In the best-case scenario, Travis had simply dropped his phone while entering his car. But the likelihood of that seemed very slim. The worst case scenario, however, was that somehow in between Taylor saying goodbye to Travis and him entering his car, he had been abducted and the criminal had dropped his phone. But Travis was a big, strong guy so it would take a very large person to take him down.
When Taylor had searched the whole front yard with her phone's flashlight and had found nothing, she gave up. A sinking feeling dropped in her stomach as tears spilled out of her eyes. But as Taylor was walking up the steps of the front door when she noticed a small bump in the welcome mat. Curious, the heavily pregnant Taylor squatted down and peeled back the mat.
What Taylor found was horrifying. There under the welcome mat was Travis's iPhone. Taylor snatched the phone, heaving a sigh.
Taylor tapped on the phone's screen, revealing the phone's battery life. Travis's phone was on 25%, so it wasn't left outside that long.
Taylor wiped her tears and went inside, mumbling a "be right back", to her kids who were engrossed in their show.
Taylor entered her bedroom, choking sobs making their way out of her throat. Who would leave Travis's phone under the mat and not steal it? the only logical conclusion a hormonal Taylor could come up with was that Travis had purposely left the phone under that mat. He was hiding something from her, and Taylor was pissed.
She curled up on her side, resting her belly on her pregnancy pillow. Taylor wasn't sure why Travis had left his phone under the welcome mat, but she knew he was lying. And Taylor wanted answers. But since she had no access to answers, Taylor decided mentally that Travis was having an affair. After all, if he was having an affair he wouldn't want Taylor to be able to track his location.
The realization that Travis was seeing someone else dawned on her like a brick had landed on her head. Sadness and anger boiled in Taylor's blood. She had given birth to three of his children and was about to have their fourth, and just because she wasn't wanting to have sex very often while pregnant he found himself a side fling to help with his selfish horniness.
Feeling infuriated and heartbroken at the same time, Taylor buried her face in her pillow and screamed. She screamed like there was no tomorrow like there weren't three kids in the other room who could hear her.
Once Taylor let out her screams, she was heartbroken, and she slowly sat up in bed. While she took deep breaths and dangled her feet off the side of the bed, she saw the picture she had on her bedside table of their wedding.
Taylor was wearing her beautiful custom-made laced white wedding dress with her blonde hair tied back into a half up half down style. The photo was taken as they were running hand in hand through their wedding guest's sparklers outside of the wedding venue, smiling into each other's eyes. But all that was gone. Travis had gone behind Taylor's back and seen another woman. Those promises they'd made to each other that day were not kept on Travis's side.
