The Woman Arrives
When the woman finally emerged, she held a small child in her arms—a child who looked unmistakably like Jake. The eyes, the smile—it was as though I was staring at a piece of him I had never known, a fragment of his life outside our marriage. The sight sent a sharp, aching twist through my chest. She was younger than I had imagined, and a complex flood of emotions washed over me, too tangled to unravel. It felt like gazing into a reflection of a hidden truth, one I wasn’t ready to face.
The Woman Arrives
Her Story Unfolds
She spoke with a quiet sincerity, unraveling the story I had only glimpsed in fragments within the email. As she explained her perspective, she presented records of her consistent communication with Jake. The experience felt surreal—hearing these revelations and realizing, deep down, that they were likely true. I sat silently, tears welling in my eyes, wishing desperately that this was nothing more than a nightmare I could escape.
Her Story Unfolds
