Husband's Lies, Mistress's Son

otos, the casual mentions Arthur had let slip. It led me to a high-end country club on

of children's laughter and a magician's booming voice drifted towards me. There he was. Arthur, smiling, holding Leo's hand, Karin by

rd. Children, Leo among them, were gleefully throwing beanbags at it, trying to knock over the "Elenora" target. Leo hit

in my gut. They were teaching him to

eld an open, triumphant challenge. She turned to Arthur, pulling him close, her lips brush

version of the family portrait, this time with him, Arthur, and Kar

to end

e for a moment. "Karin," I said, my voi

"You have a death wish, Elenora?

s signed his half. You just need to sign yours." It was the completed divorce agreement

art choice, are we? Giving up on that pathetic illusion of a life you had with Arthur?" She laughed, a triumphant, sneer

trembling slightly, not from fear, but

. "Consider yourself erased, Elenora. You never existed." She tossed the signed papers ba

y chest, the constant pressure, began to loosen. A profound sense of relief, cold and clear, washed over me. I

d. A real one. On