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 froze.

I would know that voice anywhere.

I turned — and there he was. Mark. Standing beside Emily, hand in hand.

But it wasn’t Emily’s face that caught his attention. It was Jacob’s.

My little boy peeked shyly from behind me, clutching his toy truck. And in that instant, all the color drained from Mark’s face.

He stared at Jacob like he was seeing a ghost. His jaw tightened, his fingers slipping from Emily’s hand.

That was when I knew. He saw it too — the resemblance. The same sandy hair. The same dimples that appeared when Jacob smiled.

My son was the mirror image of his father.

The Moment of Truth

“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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