My Wife, Her Son, His Lie

was heavy, broken only by the

oked so much like my wife, Chloe Davis, holding a small child. They were on a park bench, bathed in sunlight, a perfe

usly, a simple email with the subject l

ild, the woman I loved with every part of my being. She sat perfectly s

I finally managed to a

e's frantic call, stepped forward. She wrung her

to conclusions. There could be

d?" I laughed, but the sound was harsh

bling finger at

e were no tears, no panic. Just

he said, her voice even. "

d to have, because according to every doctor she had dragged me to, I was the proble

loe has been through so much. She owes a great debt to this man, Alex.

ch. "What kind of debt results in a secret

an't have children. This has happened. What' s the point of making a scene? You're a successful

lculated way she dismissed my pain, my betrayal, was breathtaking. She was

pe dwindling. "Is this what you wa

en back up at me. Her calmness was

al. "We can keep Alex and Noah hidden. Nothing has to change for the public. I need you

nt cover story. In that moment, the woman I thought I knew vanished, replaced by a strang

d of clarity. The hurt was so deep it burned away all the conf

feeling steadier t

the word qui

, as if the concept

t a di

ble. The calm on Chloe's face finally broke, r

voice rising slightly. "You can't be serious. Think a

cold. "I'm thinking about how it was all bu

lly cracking. "You would throw eve

ther's greedy, calculating one. I saw the

aid. "I'm finally