His Secret Son, My Broken Heart

His Secret Son, My Broken Heart

Sutton Moul

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"Look at the reflection in the window, sweetie," the TikTok sleuth messaged me. That one notification unraveled my entire life. My fiancé, Ashton, wasn't on a business trip. He was with Angela. And Alfie, the seven-year-old "little brother" I' d been raising and financing for two years? He was actually their son. I was just the ATM covering their bills while Ashton bought Angela a diamond ring with my money. When I tried to expose them, Angela played her trump card. She gave Alfie an angora rabbit, knowing he had a deadly allergy, just to frame me for attempted murder. "You poisoned him because you're jealous!" she shrieked in the crowded ER. Ashton looked at me with pure hatred. "You're a monster, Kaylynn." They thought they had me cornered. They didn't know I' d installed hidden cameras in the house three days ago. Or that I had the DNA test proving Alfie wasn't even Ashton's biological son. I wiped my tears and smiled at the police officer. "I have a video I think you need to see."

Chapter 1

"Look at the reflection in the window, sweetie," the TikTok sleuth messaged me.

That one notification unraveled my entire life.

My fiancé, Ashton, wasn't on a business trip. He was with Angela.

And Alfie, the seven-year-old "little brother" I' d been raising and financing for two years?

He was actually their son.

I was just the ATM covering their bills while Ashton bought Angela a diamond ring with my money.

When I tried to expose them, Angela played her trump card.

She gave Alfie an angora rabbit, knowing he had a deadly allergy, just to frame me for attempted murder.

"You poisoned him because you're jealous!" she shrieked in the crowded ER.

Ashton looked at me with pure hatred.

"You're a monster, Kaylynn."

They thought they had me cornered.

They didn't know I' d installed hidden cameras in the house three days ago.

Or that I had the DNA test proving Alfie wasn't even Ashton's biological son.

I wiped my tears and smiled at the police officer.

"I have a video I think you need to see."

Chapter 1

The screen glowed, a harsh white rectangle against the dim light of my living room. I scrolled through TikTok, mindlessly, until a headline snagged my attention. "Cheater Buster: Exposing Digital Deceit One Photo at a Time." It was a viral trend, women submitting photos their partners sent from "business trips," only for online sleuths to pick apart the background. A morbid curiosity tugged at me.

Ashton was on a business trip. He always was.

He' d sent me a photo just yesterday. Posing by a hotel window, a half-smile on his perfect face. I remembered thinking how handsome he looked, how lucky I was. My stomach twisted.

I found the original post, a call to action from a user named Brea Shannon. Her profile picture showed a woman with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense expression. "Send me your suspect photos," the caption read. "Let's see what secrets they hold."

My fingers hovered over the 'share' button. This was silly. Ashton was different. Ashton loved me. We were practically engaged. He always said I was the one.

But then, the tiny, insidious whisper started in my head. What if?

It was just for fun, I told myself. A joke. I uploaded Ashton's photo, adding a caption: "My amazing boyfriend on his 'business trip.' Just curious, Cheater Busters, anything suspicious here?" Then I scrolled away, heart thudding a little too fast.

Minutes later, a notification. A direct message from Brea Shannon.

My breath hitched.

"Look at the reflection in the window, sweetie," her message read. My stomach dropped. I zoomed in on the photo. It was faint, but there. A blurry outline. A woman. And next to her, on the bed, two designer handbags. Louis Vuitton. Fendi. I knew Ashton didn't own those. I certainly didn't.

"He said he was alone," I typed back, my fingers trembling.

"They always do," Brea replied instantly. "Tell him you miss him. Ask him to FaceTime. Watch his eyes."

No. This couldn't be happening. Not Ashton. He was the perfect boyfriend. The corporate consultant, always impeccably dressed, always talking about our future, our family. He was dependable, sweet. He cared for Alfie, his little brother, like his own son.

"You're mistaken," I wrote, trying to sound confident. "He's just busy. He's probably in a shared workspace or something. Those bags could be anyone's."

"Honey," Brea's next message was gentle, but firm. "Look at the angle. He's standing by the window. The reflection is inside his room. And those aren't generic luggage. Those are high-end fashion statements. Do you own them?"

A cold dread seeped into my bones. No, I didn't own them. Ashton had never bought me anything like that. He was practical, he said. He saved for our future.

"I don't understand," I typed, feeling a desperate need to cling to my reality. "He would never."

"Sometimes the ones we trust the most are the ones who betray us the deepest," Brea wrote. "Just watch. Don't confront. Gather information."

My phone buzzed. It was Ashton. A video call. My heart leaped, then plunged. This was too much of a coincidence. Brea's words echoed in my mind. Watch his eyes.

I answered, forcing a smile. "Hey, babe! Missing you."

"Hey, gorgeous!" Ashton's voice was smooth, confident. The camera angle was strange, pointing up at his chin, showing only a blank wall behind him.

"What's with the weird angle?" I asked, trying to sound playful.

"Oh, just trying to get the best light, you know?" He chuckled, and the camera awkwardly swiveled, showing a glimpse of a plush hotel room, a generic landscape painting, a neat bed. No woman. No luxury bags. Just... sterile perfection.

He moved the camera, a voice shrieked in my head.

"So, business going well?" I tried to keep my voice light. "Brea from TikTok actually thought you might be with someone because of a reflection in your window. Silly, right?" I watched his eyes. They flickered, just for a split second, a tiny tremor.

He laughed, a rich, reassuring sound. "TikTok? Baby, you know how crazy those things get. I'm literally alone in this cavernous room, missing you like crazy. Why would I be with anyone else?" He held the phone closer, his handsome face filling the screen. "In fact, I'm thinking of a very special way to tell you how much I miss you when I get back. A big surprise. Top secret."

His words, his tone, they wrapped around me like a warm blanket. A surprise. He was planning something for me. I felt a flush of shame. How could I have doubted him, even for a second? Brea Shannon and her internet sleuths were just stirring up trouble. Ashton was planning a surprise. For me.

"Oh, Ashton," I sighed, feeling foolish. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have listened to those internet strangers. I just miss you so much. I can't wait for your surprise."

He smiled, that perfect, reassuring smile. "Soon, baby. Very, very soon."

I hung up, feeling a wave of relief, quickly followed by a pang of guilt. I had almost fallen for online gossip. Ashton was mine. Our future was solid. I pushed the lingering doubt deep down, focusing instead on the warmth of his smile and the promise of a surprise. It would be amazing. It always was, with Ashton.

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