My Wife, Her Son, His Lie

y lips in the sterile si

red to myself, mocking Eleanor

etrayed me, they were trying to recruit me into their lie, to make me a willing p

inental breakfast downstairs, but every bite fe

need to talk about this.

nd the next one. And

behavior is damaging for both o

daughter's crumb

ught in my throat. I couldn't bring myself to say th

de it to the bathroom before I was sick, heaving until there was nothing left. I splashed cold

My heart lurched, thinking it was Chloe again. It was w

to of Chloe on a yacht, smiling serenely. Bu

difficult things get. Some people just don't understand the meaning of loyalty. Spending a beau

together like the perfect family, Alex' s arm slung casually over Chloe' s shoulder. And the location tag? A private resort ju

a sea of sycophant

Chloe! We

family! Who is t

ers! You deserv

thought she was married to Ethan Miller?" Eleanor had replied with a simple, devastating, "S

couldn't "give her a real family." They were using my manufactured infertilit

k and sat on the edge of the bed, my chest tight. It felt like I couldn't get enough air. The p

to my arm all night, introducing me to everyone as "my brilliant, gener

er happened to our family,"

smiling, squeezing my hand.

tatus, and now that the ticket was threatening to expire, they were cashing in the

thought I was weak. They thought they could control the narr

were

ng, found my phone. I didn't

ed my

d, my voice steady and clear. "And