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

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

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.”

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