For three years, my neighbor Nelly lived behind closed doors with a child no one had ever seen. One evening, I glimpsed through her window and froze in shock. Nelly had moved in while pregnant, but no one had ever seen the baby. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
One day, I saw Nelly in her garden and tried to strike up a conversation, but she fled inside, leaving me uneasy. My neighbor Mrs. Freddie decided to investigate, bringing Nelly a pie, but was met with a harsh rejection. I couldn’t ignore it anymore; something was off.
When I accidentally received a letter for Nelly, I decided to investigate. Through the window, I saw a little boy with a birthmark identical to my husband’s. My heart stopped. I screamed in shock and collapsed, realizing the child was Evan’s.
Later, Nelly confessed that Evan was the father. They had a brief fling four years ago, and when she got pregnant, he offered to help in secret. He’d even moved her next door to keep an eye on things, while hiding the truth from everyone. Nelly told me Tommy didn’t know Evan was his father.
I confronted Evan when he returned from a business trip, presenting him with divorce papers. I revealed the truth, and he was devastated. Nelly and Tommy left soon after, and I filed for divorce. Evan’s parents gave me a portion of their company as compensation, ensuring my children’s future.
Months later, I watched my sons play and realized I couldn’t change the past, but I could shape their future. I promised myself to raise them to be better men than their father.
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