“You know I don’t really love him, right? This is just for financial security. Ethan has a successful business. He can give us everything we need.”
It felt like the ground disappeared beneath me.
Martha tightened her grip on my arm as she saw the color drain from my face.
“I’ll still see you after the wedding,” Olivia continued, laughing softly. “Actually, it’ll be even better. He travels all the time—we’ll have more freedom.”
I leaned against the wall, barely able to breathe.
The woman I was about to marry… was planning to betray me before we even said “I do.”
Then came the final blow.
“And Noah…” Olivia added.
Martha and I froze.
“I’m still not sure if he’s Ethan’s or yours. The dates were really close, remember?”
I felt like I’d been punched in the chest.
Noah… my son… might not even be mine.
I looked at him—sleeping peacefully in Martha’s arms, completely unaware that his world was unraveling.
Martha closed her eyes for a moment. Later, she would tell me she had suspected something for weeks—secret calls, strange excuses, nights out that didn’t add up.
“I recorded some of her calls,” she admitted quietly once Olivia hung up. “I wasn’t sure before… but I knew something was wrong.”