He told me I was imagining things.
“But I kept watching. Quietly. And that is when I understood something worse. The child everyone believes belongs to another man… is his.”
“No,” I whispered.
Robert nodded. “He’s Dad’s.”
I shook my head over and over. “That can’t be true. Someone would have noticed.”
“She did. Eventually.”
Robert continued reading.
And that is when I understood something worse.
“Once I knew that, everything made sense. Why he stayed. Why he never left. Why he played the role of a devoted husband while living a second life beside me.”
The words felt like knives.
