“It was around 9 p.m. when my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number,” she says. “I picked up—and that’s when I heard her voice.”
Jack’s wife.
Or rather, Jack’s ex-wife, though Rebecca didn’t know that yet.
“She wasn’t angry,” Rebecca says, still amazed. “She was calm. Collected. Even kind. She told me she knew who I was, knew I was expecting Jack’s child, and wanted to meet. She didn’t blame me. She said she had something important to share—and she asked me to hear her out.”
Nervously, Rebecca agreed. She didn’t call Jack. She didn’t warn him. She just got in her car and drove to a nearby café.
“I wish I had told him. I wish I had prepared myself for what was coming. But curiosity won.”
Meeting the Woman I’d Been Told to Hate
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