Love After The Lie

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For three years, I'd worn the shroud of a grieving widow, clinging to the memory of my hero firefighter husband, Mark, who supposedly died saving lives. Every diner shift, every sniff of stale coffee, was a testament to my struggle, ensuring our son Leo had shoes on his feet, his father's heroism the only legacy I could offer. But on the third anniversary of the fire, a single overheard sentence ripped my world apart: "You took his name, Mark! What about Olivia? What about your own son, Leo?!" My Mark, the man I'd cried myself to sleep mourning, the brave dad Leo revered from faded photos, was alive. He hadn't died a hero; he'd faked his own death, letting us believe he was gone, letting me struggle alone, all while living a comfortable lie under his late twin brother's identity. The grief I'd carried, the unwavering loyalty I'd sworn to a memory, transformed into a searing, white-hot rage. He wasn't just a liar; he was a coward who chose debt and another family over his own flesh and blood. Three years of my life, a cruel, elaborate joke, built on his monstrous deceit. I stumbled away from that house, away from that lie, knowing one thing with absolute clarity: I wouldn't waste another day on a ghost. It was time to burn down the past and build a truth for Leo and me, even if it meant setting fire to everything I once held sacred.

Betrayal Pregnancy Divorce Multiple identities Drama

Chapter 10

The day before yesterday 19:45

Introduction

For three years, I'd worn the shroud of a grieving widow, clinging to the memory of my hero firefighter husband, Mark, who supposedly died saving lives.

Every diner shift, every sniff of stale coffee, was a testament to my struggle, ensuring our son Leo had shoes on his feet, his father's heroism the only legacy I could offer.

But on the third anniversary of the fire, a single overheard sentence ripped my world apart: "You took his name, Mark! What about Olivia? What about your own son, Leo?!"

My Mark, the man I'd cried myself to sleep mourning, the brave dad Leo revered from faded photos, was alive.

He hadn't died a hero; he'd faked his own death, letting us believe he was gone, letting me struggle alone, all while living a comfortable lie under his late twin brother's identity.

The grief I'd carried, the unwavering loyalty I'd sworn to a memory, transformed into a searing, white-hot rage.

He wasn't just a liar; he was a coward who chose debt and another family over his own flesh and blood.

Three years of my life, a cruel, elaborate joke, built on his monstrous deceit.

I stumbled away from that house, away from that lie, knowing one thing with absolute clarity: I wouldn't waste another day on a ghost.

It was time to burn down the past and build a truth for Leo and me, even if it meant setting fire to everything I once held sacred.