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There, lying on the bed, was a tiny infant, arms flailing in the air. My mother-in-law hovered over him, hastily changing his clothes. The color drained from her face when she saw me.
“Mom… whose baby is this?” I whispered, my voice shaking.
The Painful Truth
My world tilted. My husband’s business trips, his evasive explanations, his insistence that I not visit—it all unraveled in my mind at once.
“Are you saying…” I could barely finish the words, “…this baby is John’s?”
Tears welled in her eyes. “We weren’t going to hide it forever. We were waiting for the right time. His father insisted. But we never imagined you’d come today.”
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