Scott’s face crumpled, and he confessed Ella was his own child, hidden to protect our new marriage. Devastated, I was torn between my attachment to Ella and my broken trust in Scott.
I suggested finding a new home for Ella, hoping she’d have a fresh start. Scott was horrified, and an argument ensued.
That night, I left to clear my head. On the beach, a mysterious woman approached, eyeing Ella.
“Is that Scott’s daughter?” she asked, her smile unsettling.
I nodded, wary. “How do you know Scott?”
Her smile faded, her tone cold. “Be careful. Scott’s not who you think. There are secrets you don’t know.” She left, leaving me shaken.
When I asked Scott about her, he dismissed it, insisting there were no more secrets. But doubt grew, and I felt compelled to learn more.
Days later, I met the woman again at a café. She revealed she was Scott’s ex-wife and that the baby she held was their child, born after he left her.
“You need to leave, Everly,” she urged. “Scott’s past is darker than you know. He’s connected to dangerous people.”
Stunned and afraid, I returned home, haunted by the revelation and a new truth I couldn’t ignore: I was pregnant.
As I walked through our silent house, her warning echoed. Could I trust the man I’d married, or was I caught in a life built on far darker secrets?