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“You’re disgusting, you used me,” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief, my voice shaking with emotion. “You’re a vile, selfish bastard, and I hope you rot in hell.”

A twisted smile tugged at his lips, and for the first time, I saw him for what he truly was. “You’re so dramatic,” he said with a laugh. “You hate your father too, don’t you? You’ve always resented him. And now you’re upset because you caught me with another woman? Is that really it? Jealous? You should have learnt by now to share your husband with other women, Emma.”

“Shut up!” I screamed, my voice breaking.

He chuckled darkly. “Come on, Emma. Both your father and brother-in-law have been doing the same for years. It’s really not that big of a deal, is it?”

**********

How was your day, Honey?”

“Can we not talk about it , Mum?” His voice was hesitant, which immediately put me on edge.

" Boys are bullying me... They tease me all the time. " He said in a meak voice.

My breath caught in my throat. “Why would they tease you?”

“I told them I don’t have a dad, that I only have a mum,” he said, sounding more upset by the minute. “But they laughed at me. They said every child has both parents. They asked how I was born if I didn’t have a dad. Mum… do I have a dad?” he asked with hope in his voice.

My heart shattered into a thousand pieces. The truth was too complex, too painful for a child to understand.

“No, my love. You have only me,” I whispered, fighting back tears.

James hesitated, then asked, "Did you get me from some or...orphane? "

" What?"

" They said that if I don't have a dad, then you must have stolen me or taken me from or... orphane... Orphahe, whatever. "

"Orphanage??" I repeated, trying to process the cruelty of children.

“Yes, Mum. Did you get me from there?” he asked immediately.

“No, sweetheart,” I said firmly, the tears finally spilling over. “You’re my son. I gave birth to you. You are mine, and no one else’s.”

“I told them that, but they said a child can’t be born without two parents. Mum, where is my dad?”

“I don’t know,” I lied, the words caught in my throat. “But you don’t need to worry about that.”

“But Mum, how can you not know? The boys said you must be a bad woman if you don’t know who my dad is,” James said, his innocent voice cutting me to the core. “Please tell me I have a dad.” he started sobbing.

Shit!! My honeypot!!

“You had one,” I said, my voice breaking. “But we lost him in an accident.”

*******

The message was anonymous, stark and ominous.

*'Would you like to see your husband’s true face? If so, come to this address.'

A chill ran down my spine.

Who would send me such a message? Was it some cruel joke?

But curiosity got the better of me and I drove there.

What if this was a mistake? What if I was just imagining things? Ryan couldn’t possibly…

I shook my head to get rid of the whole thing but I could not.

No, I had to know. I couldn’t continue living with this gnawing doubt.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped through the door.

A pair of high heels lay discarded near the entrance. Further up the staircase, a lacy dress was strewn across the steps. Each piece of clothing felt like another nail in the coffin of my crumbling marriage.

My heart pounded as I ascended the stairs, one slow, deliberate step at a time. When I reached the landing, my worst fear was confirmed. A light blue shirt, Ryan’s shirt—the one he had been wearing just this morning—lay abandoned in front of the bedroom door.

I felt sick. The floor seemed to tilt beneath me, my legs shaky and weak. For a moment, I stood there, paralysed by the weight of my realisation. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening.

But I knew, deep down, that it was. The perfect image of our marriage in my mind was completely shattered.

Gathering every ounce of strength I had left, I pushed open the bedroom door.

The scene before me was one I would never forget.

Ryan was sprawled across the bed, his body tangled with another woman’s. His hands, the same hands that had once caressed me with tenderness, now gripped her with a lust I had never seen before.

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