The next day, Mike, Natalie’s new husband, called. “Greg, I need to tell you something… Natalie lied. Oliver’s alive.”
I was stunned. Natalie had made up Oliver’s death, fearing I’d take him away if I knew she was pregnant again.
When I arrived at her house, I demanded answers. “How could you do this to me?” She sobbed, saying she panicked, but nothing could undo the pain.
Then, I heard Oliver’s voice. “Daddy!” He ran into my arms, and I held him tight, vowing never to let go. I told Natalie we’d need counseling, but if she ever pulled something like this again, I’d take legal action.
As much as I hated Mike being in Oliver’s life, I was grateful he told me the truth. Back home, I knew I couldn’t stay away any longer. I opened my laptop and began looking for jobs near my son.
This time, nothing would keep us apart.