For three years, my neighbor Nelly lived in isolation with a child no one had ever seen. I found her behavior odd, especially since she’d moved in while visibly pregnant. One day, while returning a misdelivered letter, I glanced through her window and froze—staring back at me was a little boy with a birthmark identical to my husband’s.
The truth unraveled painfully. Four years ago, my husband Evan had a one-night stand with Nelly, resulting in a pregnancy. He convinced her to live next door under the condition she’d stay hidden, so he could secretly support them without jeopardizing our family.
Confronting Evan upon his return, I revealed I knew everything. Divorce papers were on the table, and Nelly emerged with their son, Tommy. Evan tried to explain, but the betrayal cut too deep.
The fallout was swift. Evan’s parents, ashamed of his actions, granted me a significant portion of their company, securing a future for me and my sons. Nelly and Tommy moved away, leaving me to pick up the pieces.
Despite the heartbreak, I vowed to raise my boys with honesty and respect—traits their father had failed to embody. While the past couldn’t be undone, I was determined to shape a better future for my family.
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