My world ended the day we lost our son — 16 years old, gone in an instant from a terrible accident. But what shattered me more than the loss was my husband Sam’s reaction. He didn’t cry. He didn’t scream. He just… shut down.
We grew apart in that silence. And one day, we divorced, too broken to repair what was left.
With tears in her eyes, she said, “He knew. About your son. He found out from a DNA test. He wasn’t his.”
She said he never told me because he couldn’t bear it. That he had resented me… but in the end, he missed our boy terribly.
And the truth? It was true. Our son was from a brief college relationship before Sam. I thought love would be enough. I was wrong.
The silence between us wasn’t just grief — it was betrayal. And now, I live with that. A secret I thought would protect, but only poisoned.
2. The Birthday I Was Never Meant to Have
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