For three years, my neighbor Nelly kept to herself. Though she arrived pregnant, no one ever saw her baby.
Curiosity gnawed at me. One day, I glimpsed a little boy in her window—his birthmark was unmistakably my husband Evan’s.
I confronted Nelly. She admitted that years ago she had a one-night encounter with Evan. He arranged for her to move next door, keeping the child a secret while financially supporting them. Tommy had no idea who his father was.
When Evan came home, I served divorce papers. Nelly and Tommy moved away, and I focused on healing. Holding my sons, I promised to raise them with honesty, kindness, and respect—determined to break the cycle of betrayal.
