My Husband's Secret Son

. Andrew was relentlessly attentive, playing the part of the doting, grieving husband to perfection. He brought

he promised, stroking my hair. "

mask of sorrow, while inside

uzzed on the nightstand. He was in the show

ou. When are you c

pages, always described as a close family friend. My hand trembled as I put

he bathroom, wrapped in a towel. He check

"I have to go into the city. An urgent problem with t

kiss my forehead

e," I w

closed, I was out of bed.

ever been inside. I tried a few passwords on the keypad.

is birthday. But Andrew was a man of patterns, of ego. What was the date

It was meticulously organized, cold, and impersonal, except for one

elle, and a little b

rounded by balloons, Andrew and Gabrielle standing behind the boy, their hands on his shoulders, a perfect family po

like a cheap knockoff,

t a safe hidden behind a painting. Inside, my blood ran even colder. There were stacks of medical files fo

is elegant script filled the pag

doctors say a transplant is his only hope, but finding a match

. She will be an excellent mother. She will give me a child. A perfect, healthy chi

s "courtship" of me, his feigned affection, the proposal. It was all a busin

s dated the night

ut when I look at this simple bracelet Caleb made me, I find a strange peace. It helps me sleep.

bed my phone and photographed everything. The journal pages, the pho

the office, and crept back to my bed. I lay there, starin

intly of a different woman's perfume. He sl

he whispered. "I br

box on the nightstand. Ins

thought of y

office that he had bought it a week ago, on the

a weak smile. "It's beaut

ed his eyes. Soon, his breathi

ainst my skin. I would wait. I would gather more. The necklace was just one more piece o