The edges of my vision darkened. Alex. The name Darren and I whispered into the walls a hundred times, promising it to our son.
She crossed the room and placed the baby into my arms easily.
"Look at him. The spitting image of his father. Same curls. Same blue eyes. Perfect, isn't he?"
My chest felt tighter at the sight. I already knew this child was Darren's. But seeing him so close was agony.
Darren lied. From the start. He said Sally was a close childhood friend. Said her husband died in an accident.
When she found out she was a few weeks pregnant, he begged me to let her stay till the baby was born. I blindly agreed.
Sally's voice dropped low. "You poor fool. Do you know how many times Darren had me in your bed while you played housewife? How many appointments he skipped with you because he was holding my hand? You thought I was just a widowed friend? No, Eliana. I've always been his choice. You were just paperwork."
Every muscle in my body screamed to lash out.
But I didn’t.
I kept my voice level. “Then congratulations. That makes you nothing more than a mistress. I’m still his wife.”