I burst into the hallway where I’d spotted them, my scream tearing from my chest, loud enough to stop the whole party. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
They jumped apart. Elise clutched her belly protectively and started crying. “We were going to tell you. It just… happened. Camden’s the father.”
Everything after that was a blur of noise and white-hot agony. I left. Camden didn’t follow, and Elise didn’t apologize.
I burst into the hallway where I’d spotted them.
My marriage ended right there. Two weeks later, Camden and Elise moved in together.
The fallout was predictable and swift. Half of our old friends cut me off, half cut them off. It was ugly.
Camden’s family was initially cold toward me, but then Elise posted a maternity photoshoot on Instagram showing Camden holding her belly like a trophy.
That was the line.
My marriage ended right there.
His own mother sent me a simple text message: “I raised a snake.”
Good.
They married quietly the day their daughter was born. They had the audacity to send me a birth announcement, which went straight into the trash.
I started to rebuild. Months passed, and I was just beginning to feel something like normal again when Camden’s sister called me.
I was just beginning to feel something like normal again when Camden’s sister called me.
She was laughing when I answered. “Oakley. Oh my God. Have you heard?”
“What?” I asked, my blood turning to ice.
“You need to sit down right now.”
“Harper, what happened? Just tell me.”
She snorted, trying to compose herself. “I know I shouldn’t be laughing, but this is biblical. I swear.”
“You need to sit down right now.”
“WHAT happened?”
She exhaled shakily, and then, she laid it out for me.
Camden had surprised Elise with a “romantic getaway” at a cabin in the woods for their first wedding anniversary.
On the second night, Elise heard noises outside. Camden, ever the hero, mumbled it was “probably a raccoon” and went to investigate.
It was not a raccoon.
Camden had surprised Elise with a “romantic getaway” for their first wedding anniversary.
It was Elise’s boyfriend.
That’s right. Eight months postpartum, Elise was having an affair. While married to the man she stole from me.
But that’s not even the worst of it! Apparently, she’d been telling him that the baby was his. She had been telling Camden the baby was his. Both men believed her.
“So, what happened?” I asked.
That’s not even the worst of it!
“Well, this man, Rick, or Nick, something like that, showed up at the cabin, ready to ‘confront the truth.’ He wanted her to leave Camden and move in with him. Camden and Rick started yelling at each other, and then this man pulled out his phone and started flashing TEXTS. Screenshots. Dates. Times. Photos. Everything.”
I could barely speak. “And?”
Harper’s next words made me almost drop my own phone.
Harper’s next words made me almost drop my own phone.
“They both drove off and left her there.”
Camden drove straight to Harper’s house, crying his eyes out, begging for a couch to sleep on.
“I told him to sleep in his car,” Harper said. “He ruined your life for a pathological, garbage human being, and he finally realized what he threw away. He cried and said, ‘I deserve this, don’t I?’ And I said, ‘Yep, you really do, buddy.'”
I thought that was the end of it, that I could finally move on, knowing that karma had gotten them both, but two weeks after the Anniversary Cabin Disaster, I received a letter.
Two weeks after the Anniversary Cabin Disaster, I received a letter.
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.
I tore it open.
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.
She told me something that made me sit down so fast I nearly missed the chair.
“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.
I’m just glad to be free of the toxic relationships I thought were built on love.
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