That voice–I knew it too well.
After I died, I watched him marry her.
I’d seen her throw herself into his arms, playing cute like some lovesick teenager.
And he didn’t even care that she had a daughter from her first marriage.
He treated her like royalty.
For the longest time, I thought maybe he just liked girls more.
But now, I finally got it.
The truth had been in front of me this whole damn time.
God, I was so stupid.
That little girl… was his.
His actual daughter.
I was silent too long on the call.
She must’ve caught on and hung up.
I tore through his phone like a madwoman.
Finally, I found it.
Messages under the name “Sweetheart.”
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She told him she was divorced.
And he replied, “I’ll be divorced soon too.”
“I promise you the biggest wedding you’ve ever seen.”
And just like that, everything made sense.
Why he tried to kill me.
Why he was suddenly so desperate.
Because she was free now.
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And he wanted to get rid of me fast enough to marry
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Last time around, he used the life insurance money from
from my death to marry her within a week.
He even blew $2,000 on some fancy–ass wedding.
I bit back the rage and kept reading.
They’d known each other since college.
They were in love.
But his mom–Linda–didn’t approve.
She thought they were “cosmically incompatible” or whatever BS she believed in.
So they split up, married other people, had kids.
But they never really stopped talking.
And not just friendly catching–up texts, either. I mean grossly intimate.
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I remembered when we got married–we had a perfect wedding date picked out.
But he shot it down.
“I don’t want my life dictated by tradition,” he’d told me with a soft smile.
So I agreed to another date, thinking I was respecting his wishes.
But now I saw the text she sent that same day:
“Ha! Your mom still won’t let you marry me, huh?”
“Think she’d drop dead if she found out we pulled a switcheroo on your wedding day?”
A switcheroo.
She was talking about drugging me, dumping me in a stranger’s bed, and trading places at the altar.
And then it all clicked.
No wonder he never loved my son.
Because maybe–just maybe–that boy wasn’t even his.
My head went numb.
My knees buckled under me.
I had to grab the wall to stay upright.
I thought that was the worst of it.
But I was wrong.
After our second child was born, she texted him again:
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“Boy or girl?”
He answered with one word:
“Boy.”
She sent a smiley face and said:
“Perfect. She can’t even have boys. That means I’m safe.”
That was when it hit me like a freight train.
Because based on his genetics, he can only father girls.
And I’d just had two sons.
Which means–neither of them were biologically his.
But I’ve never been alone with another man.
Not once.
Not ever.
And then it hit me.
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