I needed answers. Without hesitation, I hired a private investigator. I wasn’t going to let my life crumble over something I didn’t do.
The days that followed were agonizing. Jennifer wouldn’t take my calls, and in between worrying about her and waiting for the investigator’s findings, there was Lily.
At first, I wanted to call CPS and have her taken away. But as I looked into her innocent eyes, my heart softened. She was just a baby, caught in the middle of someone else’s twisted game.
Then, the call I had been waiting for came. The investigator had found something.
I met Kate at a café, my heart pounding as I placed a folder filled with evidence on the table between us.
“Kate,” I began, my voice low. “I know what you did.”
For a moment, something flickered across her face—fear? Guilt? But she quickly regained her composure. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Stop lying,” I snapped. “I’ve got the emails, the texts, the bank transfers. I know everything. The setup with Mila, the lies you fed Jennifer—the whole twisted plan.”
Kate’s facade cracked. “I was jealous, okay? I couldn’t stand seeing you with her, knowing that you chose Jennifer over me.”
I stared at her, my stomach churning. “So you thought ruining my life, dragging an innocent baby into this mess, would make me love you?”
Tears welled up in her eyes. “I know it was wrong, but it’s too late to take it back.”
“Damn right it’s too late,” I snarled. “You nearly destroyed us. You can’t just say sorry and expect to fix everything.”
Kate reached for my hand, but I pulled away. “The police are on their way. You need to face the consequences of what you’ve done.”
She started sobbing as I turned to leave, but I didn’t look back.
The days that followed were a blur. Kate was arrested, and Mila was stripped of her parental rights. Despite her role in this nightmare, I couldn’t help but feel some pity for her.
But Lily was innocent, just a baby caught in a web of lies, and I knew I had to be there for her.
When Jennifer showed up on my doorstep a few days later, her eyes red from crying, I felt a mix of hope and fear. We stood in silence before she finally whispered, “I’m sorry, Alex. I should’ve trusted you.”
I pulled her into my arms. “We both made mistakes, but we can get through this. Together.”
We spent hours talking, crying, and slowly piecing back together what had been shattered. And in the middle of it all was Lily…
When Jennifer suggested we adopt her, it felt like the first truly right thing to happen in a long time.