One night, Lucy asked me:
“Are you actually sure that baby is yours?”
I looked at her with pure disgust.
“Don’t you dare. You’re just bitter because you couldn’t give me one.”
She didn’t cry.
She only said:
“Sometimes God doesn’t punish quickly, Ray. He punishes perfectly.”
I walked out, slamming the door behind me.
On the day of the delivery, Valerie screamed for ten hours. I was right there, holding her hand, kissing her forehead, promising her everything was going to be fine.
When I heard the baby cry, I felt like the world was forgiving me.
“It’s a boy,” the nurse said.
They handed him to me wrapped in a little blue blanket.
And then I saw it.
The mark under his eye.
The dimple in his chin.
The same slight split in his eyebrow.
The exact same face David made whenever he laughed at me in the office.
My legs shook.
“No…” I whispered.
Valerie turned her face away.
She didn’t ask what was wrong.
She wasn’t surprised.
She just closed her eyes.
Right there, I confirmed it.
The nurse walked up with some documents.
“Mr. Mendez, we need a signature.”
I couldn’t even let go of the child.
At that exact moment, my cell phone vibrated.
It was a text from Lucy.
“Congratulations, Ray. Today I also received my results.”
I felt something snap deep inside me.
Beneath it was a photo.
A positive pregnancy test.
And then another message:
“But before you run back to find me, open the envelope I left in your drawer. Right there, you’re going to understand exactly why Valerie chose David, of all people, to…”
Part 3: I Divorced My Wife After Believing a Lie—Then I Found Her Homeless With Twin Babies Who Looked Exactly Like Me
Part 2: I apologize for yas the misunderstanding them vois the peac .
An hour before the wedding, I overheard my fiancé whispering to his mother, “I don’t care about her – I only want her money.” I wiped away my tears, walked up to the altar, and instead of saying “I do,” I said something that made my mother-in-law clutch her chest right there in the hall…
I married a wealthy old man to save my family… but on our wedding night, he didn’t touch me. He simply sat in the darkness and said: “Sleep. I want to watch.” The way he said it made my skin crawl… and by morning I realized this marriage had never been about money.
I h:id my career as a judge from my mother-in-law. After my C-section, she stormed in with adoption papers, demanding one twin for her infe:rtile daughter. I clutched my babies and pressed the panic button.
