My Wife, Her Son, His Lie

room was heavy, broken o

my wife, Chloe Davis, holding a child, a man I' d never

s simple: "Everything

ebrity I had helped build, the woman I loved with

Reed. And that'

ain I had carried for us, the infertility I had accepte

ot to comfort me, but to smooth things ov

appened. What' s the point of making a scene? Be a fat

d dismissal of my pain and

ht I knew, looked at me

Ethan. We can keep Alex and Noah hi

kenness, a convenient cover for her betrayal. The devastati

id, quiet

as if the conce

t a di

ut from a social media post crafted by

ong woman. Chloe deserves a man

rificed everything for had joined her mother and her sec

I was weak. T

onger trembling,

vorce. And I want to b