“And the real father is sitting in this room.”
“Three tables away from you,” I continued.
“His name is Jason. Your coworker. The one you invited tonight.”
The entire room turned at once.
A dark-haired man shot to his feet so fast his chair nearly fell behind him.
He didn’t run.
He just stood there, pale, staring at Natalie.
And Natalie stared back.
Everything was written in that one look.
Eric collapsed into a chair and buried his face in his hands.
Ten years of marriage, and in the end, even the baby they used to destroy my life wasn’t his.
I won.
At least, that was what I thought that night.
But when I got home, I couldn’t sleep.
Something kept pulling at me.
Natalie had smiled at me for ten years while sleeping with my husband.
Ten years of “I love you, sis” said straight to my face.
And if she could lie to me for ten years about that...
what else had she lied about?
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