I stared at her.
“Somewhere else?”
She nodded toward my house.
“The baby will need space, and this house is perfect. Tyler said he’d help you move into something smaller.”
For a moment, I almost laughed.
Because the house she was so confidently claiming had been purchased with my inheritance. And the only name on the deed was mine.
I didn’t argue.
I didn’t tell her what I knew.
Instead, I asked her to leave and give me a few hours.
Then I called my sister.
By the time Rachel returned with my husband, I had documents waiting on the kitchen table.
And what my sister revealed about Rachel’s past made Tyler question everything he’d believed about the woman carrying his supposed child.
The marriage that slowly became quiet
My name is Debra, and I’d been married to Tyler for eighteen years.
We had two children, both away at college.
For most of our marriage, our home had been filled with noise.
