My Husband Left Me to Marry My Younger Sister — Four Years Later, When He Saw the Little Boy Beside Me, His Face Went Pale – Page 3

It was a crisp autumn afternoon when my past came walking back into my life.

Jacob and I were leaving the downtown farmer’s market, a bag of apples swinging from my wrist, when I heard someone call my name.

“Claire?”

I froze.

I would know that voice anywhere.

I turned — and there he was. Mark. Standing beside Emily, hand in hand.

But it wasn’t Emily’s face that caught his attention. It was Jacob’s.

My little boy peeked shyly from behind me, clutching his toy truck. And in that instant, all the color drained from Mark’s face.

He stared at Jacob like he was seeing a ghost. His jaw tightened, his fingers slipping from Emily’s hand.

That was when I knew. He saw it too — the resemblance. The same sandy hair. The same dimples that appeared when Jacob smiled.

My son was the mirror image of his father.

“Claire,” he whispered, voice shaking, “who… who is that?”

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