“I believed him. Because when you love someone for decades, you learn to doubt yourself before you doubt them.”
Silence pressed in.
“But I kept watching. Quietly. And that is when I understood something worse. The child everyone believes belongs to another man… is his.”
“No,” I whispered.
Robert nodded. “He’s Dad’s.”
I shook my head over and over. “That can’t be true. Someone would have noticed.”
“She did. Eventually.”
Robert continued reading.
“Once I knew that, everything made sense. Why he stayed. Why he never left. Why he played the role of a devoted husband while living a second life beside me.”
The words felt like knives.
“It wasn’t love that kept him here. It was safety. What I owned. What he would lose if he walked away.”
My nails dug into my palms.
“She believed they were waiting,” Robert finally said. “Waiting for her to die. Waiting to be together openly. Waiting to inherit what she built.”
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