For forty years, I, Ethan Miller, lived a golden life with Olivia Hayes, my wife, a pillar of Denver society and owner of Rockies Brew Co.
As she lay dying, her shallow breaths broke the perfect illusion. "The boys," she whispered, "Liam. Noah. They're not yours, Ethan. They're Jake's."
My heart, already weak, hammered with ice-cold betrayal.
My "sons" walked in, their eyes scanning for inheritance, trailed by Jake Riley, her high school flame.
They were all complicit, here to claim everything I' d built.
"Get out!" I rasped, a foolish, wealthy man suffocating under decades of deceit.