“His sister?” My eyebrows knitted. “We don’t talk. She’s… well—”
“She’s not an addict as you think” Lydia interrupted. “She’s been sober for years, and she told me a lot—things that are going to change everything for you.”
“What kind of things?” I asked.
“Ethan married you for your money,” she said bluntly. “His entire family knew. They planned it from the beginning.”
“What?” My voice cracked, my grip tightening on the edge of the table.
“For the past twenty years, he’s been siphoning money from your inheritance. Not just for himself, but to support another family—his other family. He has three children with another woman.”
“No… you’re wrong,” I shouted.
“I’m not,” Lydia said, sliding a folder toward me. “It’s all here—bank records, medical bills, and photos. And there’s more. It looks like Ethan might’ve been sabotaging your attempts to conceive.”
I froze, staring at her. “What… what do you mean?”
“Some of the clinics you went to—there’s evidence he tampered with things. He didn’t want you to get pregnant, Claire.”
My chest felt tight. I could barely breathe.
Lydia’s words hung in the air, suffocating me. I could barely think. “Sabotaging my treatments?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Another family? How… how could he do this to me?”
I glanced at Liam in his bassinet, his tiny hand curling and uncurling in sleep. The weight of twenty years crashed over me like a tidal wave. Memories I’d once cherished now felt tainted. The little gestures of love, the whispered promises of forever—it had all been a lie.
The sobs started quietly, but soon they came in waves, shaking me to my core. How could I have been so blind? So foolish? I’d spent years blaming myself—my body—for our struggles to conceive, while Ethan had been sabotaging me.
I thought of every late-night appointment, every failed treatment, and every moment I’d spent crying in the dark while he faked concern.
“I trusted him,” I said aloud, my voice breaking. “I loved him, Lydia. I gave him everything.”
Lydia stood, placing a steadying hand on my arm. “And that’s why you have to fight back, Claire. He doesn’t deserve your tears. Think about Liam. He needs you strong.”
I looked at Liam, my tears slowing as anger replaced the grief. Lydia was right. My son needed me. I wiped my face, my resolve hardening with every breath.
“You’re right,” I said finally, my voice steadier now. “I’m not going to let him get away with this.”
I picked up my phone, staring at the screen for a long moment before dialing. “James,” I said when my lawyer answered. “We need to talk. It’s about Ethan.”
A few days later, I heard the familiar rumble of Ethan’s car pulling into the driveway. The divorce papers were laid out neatly on the kitchen table, ready for him.
I stayed in the living room, Liam nestled in his bassinet beside me, as I waited for him to walk in. The door opened, and Ethan stepped inside.
“Claire?” he called, his tone tentative, like he already knew he was walking into a trap.
“I’m here,” I said, keeping my voice steady.
I didn’t waste a second. “Why are you abandoning your son?” I asked, each word deliberate and sharp.
He blinked, startled. “What? I’m not abandoning anyone. Claire, I… I’m sorry, okay? I was confused and emotional. I said a lot of stupid things that I didn’t mean. None of it was true.”
“Really?” I tilted my head. “Then why didn’t you pick us up from the hospital? Where were you for three days? Why didn’t you answer my calls?”
He hesitated, but then his expression smoothed into that familiar, disarming smile. “I had an urgent business trip,” he said, his voice oozing fake sincerity.
“Claire, I swear, I wasn’t ignoring you. I would never do that. I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
“Interesting,” I said, leaning back slightly. “What are your three kids’ names?”
His entire face froze. The smile evaporated, replaced by a look of pure shock. For the first time, the mask slipped, and I saw the man underneath—the liar, the manipulator.
“I—” he started, but no words came out.
“Save it,” I said, cutting him off with an icy glare. “I know everything, Ethan. When you leave today,” I said, standing and turning toward the stairs, “make sure to grab the divorce papers from the kitchen table. Thanks.”
I didn’t wait for his reply. I carried Liam upstairs, my heart racing.
A moment later, I heard the front door slam shut. When I came back down later, the papers were gone. It was finally over.
After a couple of few weeks, the settlement was finalized. Ethan left with a modest payout—a sum I considered a bargain to rid my life of his toxic presence. The house, cars, and businesses stayed with me, thanks to the mountain of evidence my legal team presented.
My lawyers were also building strong cases against Ethan and the fertility clinics that had conspired with him. “This will take time,” my attorney, James, warned me. “But I’m confident we’ll win.”
Time was something I was willing to invest in. For now, my focus was on Liam. He deserved a life free of lies, and deceit.
One evening, as I rocked Liam to sleep, I whispered softly to him, “I’ll make sure you never grow up doubting your worth, little one.”
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