The bank statements didn’t lie – we were missing hundreds each month. With my health preventing me from working, I depended on Wyatt’s salary. But where was it all going? My suspicions led me to follow him one evening to a place I never expected: his estranged brother’s home.
The scene that greeted me could have been ripped from a soap opera. There stood Wyatt cradling a newborn while Faye – the sister-in-law who’d mocked my infertility struggles – held its twin. As the story unfolded, I learned Wyatt had been supporting them secretly for months after Dawson’s arrest left them destitute.
The irony wasn’t lost on me. The woman who once sneered at our financial struggles now depended on our generosity. The husband I’d accused of being irresponsible was actually sacrificing for family. And those innocent babies? They became the unexpected bridge between two wounded women.
