My stomach churned. Why had Jake posed as Thomas? Suspicious, I checked Thomas’s phone. A number labeled “Pizzeria” seemed off. When I called, a woman named Amelia answered. Pretending calm, I got her address and went to confront her.
Amelia’s smugness was chilling. “Yes, I’m seeing Thomas,” she admitted. “And about that photo? He had Jake step in because he was busy meeting my parents.” Her words cut deep, but I held my ground, recording her confession before leaving.
When I confronted Thomas, he stumbled over excuses. “I know everything,” I said, ending it then and there. I filed for divorce, armed with evidence. With the support of my lawyer—and Eliza, furious at both her brothers—I secured alimony, child support, and a fresh start for Max and me.
This Christmas, our holiday cards are better than ever—just Max and me, no lies, no pretenders. The truth hurt, but it set us free, and our future is brighter because of it.