Two Years of Dating...And He's Been Married the Whole Time?

I never thought the next time I’d hear about Mark Hughes would be like this. My best friend forwarded me a photo. There was Mark, looking all gentle and patient, accompanying some woman at a prenatal appointment. The sick joke? The woman in the picture wasn't me. "Claire, is this Mark? Did something happen between you two?" Jess texted me, but I couldn’t bring myself to reply. A week ago, my period was over ten days late. The pregnancy test showed two solid lines. Mark had gone with me to the clinic. Confirmed: three weeks pregnant. And since that day, I hadn't seen my boyfriend. Calls went straight to voicemail, texts unanswered. It was like he’d vanished off the face of the earth. I was running around like a headless chicken trying to find him, but nothing. My heart sank, lower and lower. A chilling cold seeped into my bones, an icy ache spreading through me. It felt like a thousand-pound weight was crushing my chest, making it hard to breathe. I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, trying to piece my shattered self back together. We’d been together two years. Met the parents. All our friends knew. This couldn't be happening. Not like this. I forwarded the picture to Mark. "Who is this woman? How long were you planning to hide this from me?" A moment later, my phone buzzed. Caller ID: "Mark (Older Guy)."