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

I met his eyes. “He’s my son.”

Emily gave a nervous laugh, but Mark didn’t. His gaze stayed locked on Jacob. His lips parted, his voice barely audible.

“Is he… mine?”

The noise of the market faded. Emily’s face turned pale. “What do you mean yours?” she demanded, her voice rising.

I could have lied. I could have walked away and let him wonder forever. But after years of raising Jacob alone, I was done hiding.

“Yes,” I said evenly. “He’s yours.”

Emily’s gasp cut through the air. Heads began to turn. Mark’s eyes filled with tears.

“You left me,” I continued quietly. “I found out after you were gone. I didn’t tell you because you had already made your choice. Why would I bring a baby into that chaos?”

Emily’s face twisted in shock. “You knew?” she cried, pulling her hand away from his. “You had a baby with her and never told me?”

Mark tried to reach for Jacob, but I stepped protectively in front of him. “Don’t,” I said. “You don’t get to play father now. He doesn’t know you. He doesn’t need you.”

Jacob tugged at my sleeve, confused. “Mommy?”

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