It was from Camden.
I debated burning it, but my curiosity won out.
I tore it open.
Oakley, I know I can’t fix anything, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I need you to know the truth before someone else tells you. I got a DNA test after everything happened. The baby… she isn’t mine. She never was. I am sorry. Camden.
I took his pathetic letter, folded it neatly, and slid it into a drawer beside my ultrasound photo from that life that was never meant to be.
Three months later, I got another call.
This time, it was Elise’s mother.
I almost didn’t answer it, but for some reason, I did.
And she told me something that made me sit down so fast I nearly missed the chair.
Elise had abandoned the baby with her mother and left town.
No forwarding address, no goodbye, nothing.
She was just gone.
“And the baby, Oakley,” her mother whispered, her voice tired and sad.
“This little girl looks nothing like Camden. Nothing like that Rick fellow, either.”
Which means there might have been a third man.
A third lie.
A third betrayal.
It’s been a year now.
I’m healing, but I’m also dating someone new.
He knows my whole story.
Sometimes people ask if I’m glad karma hit them so hard, but honestly, I’m just glad to be free of the toxic relationships I thought were built on love.
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