When he left, all I had to accompany me was the sound of the door closing behind him.
In early June, the weather was clear and bright. That day, I finally gave birth to a big, healthy, baby boy. The delivery was smooth and everyone was overjoyed. Even Spencer, who smiled like I’d never seen before, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
The Yateses threw a grand celebration for our son’s christening. The house was full of guests, everyone bustling about in excitement. But I never expected that on this day, all my fantasies were shattered.
A man walked into the party, immediately capturing everyone’s attention. His name was Levi Scott, a man with a mischievous smile.
As soon as Spencer’s parents saw him, their faces lit up. They treated him with a strange mix of warmth and intimacy that made my stomach turn. What was going on?
Before I had time to process it, Levi approached me, his smile still firmly in place.
“Hello, Tiffany,” he greeted me. “You’ve worked hard to give Spencer such a strong son.”
He reached out and gently touched my son’s chubby cheek. His words sounded normal enough, but there was something off about the way he said them. I just couldn’t tell why.