The female doctor just said "Oh" and left, but kept glancing back at us.

"What kind of excuse was that?" I whispered.

Delilah patted my hand. "We're already here. What if we run into more people who know me? And if I say I'm here for a regular checkup, they might think I caught something from being promiscuous."

I laughed sarcastically. "You're just being paranoid. You weren't careful when it mattered, but now you're overthinking everything."

Delilah rolled her eyes and said I didn't understand how connected her husband was.

I shot back that she was all talk - acting tough but doing risky stuff right under people's noses.

The procedure went quickly, but Delilah needed at least four days of rest to avoid looking suspicious.

She dragged me into another lie, saying, "I told him you're the one getting the abortion and I'm just here for support."

I reluctantly agreed but demanded she pay me for all this time I was wasting covering for her.

Everything seemed fine until day two of her recovery, when her husband burst into the VIP recovery room, following a doctor's directions.

He came in so suddenly that Delilah and I couldn't switch places.

"So it's true! Someone tried to blackmail me with dirt on you. I didn't believe it at first - just had my suspicions, which is why I haven't been intimate with you. But here you are, sleeping around!"

Ignoring Delilah's tearful eyes, her husband threw down divorce papers for her to sign right there in the hospital bed.

I looked at the heartbroken Delilah with pity, thinking "Another one bites the dust."

After her husband left, she couldn't stop crying and cursing, convinced Duke must have been the snitch.

"This is all his fault! I won't let him get away with this!"