Wife's Betrayal: Son's Heart, Father's Rage

ng with doctors, and fielding calls from concerned friends and family. She spoon-fed him broth when he was too weak to lift his hands and read to him from his favo

ions of his son' s murderer. He ate her food, listened to her lies, and let her hold his hand, all while a cold, calculated rage simmered beneath

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oothing his blanket. "Lily has a follow-up appointment wi

cking on Lily, meeting with Lily' s doctors, arranging for Lil

d, his voice a weak rasp

"I' ll be back before you know it. The nurse

ly, he pushed himself up in bed. His body screamed in protest, but the fire in his gut was stronger. With trembling hands, he reached for the wheelchair he

ing. He knew where he was going. Olivia' s study, a room he had rarely entere

ld. He went straight for her desk, his hands shaking with a mixture of pain and adrenaline. Her laptop was open. H

d against his ri

s dated six years ago, just a w

n. He will make the perfect father for our donor. He thinks our life together is a fairy tale. If only he knew h

script. It was a chronicle of her deception. There were entries detailing her feigned aff

of them. Olivia and a handsome, smiling man he now knew was Mark. They were on

te affair. Olivia was beaming in every picture with them, a genuine, radiant smile he now realized he had never truly seen dire

his stomac

pregnant with Ethan' s child soon. It' s a terrible thing, to create a life for the sole

d him, I feel nothing but the cold reality of his purpose. I will raise him. I

ed with what he thought was the exertion of childbirth and overwhelming love, and he had never felt more complete. He saw it now for what it w

mily vacations, the birthday parties, the quiet nights at home-all of it

ainstaking care, he began to photograph every single page of the diary, every damning word,

just the