Nancy’s world shattered as she stood by her husband Patrick’s graveside, struggling to accept he was truly gone. The weight of his sudden death in a car accident had left her in disbelief, a hollow ache settling where his presence had always been. As she slowly made her way out of the cemetery, wondering how she’d carry on without him, a strange sight stopped her in her tracks.
A frail, elderly woman stood in her path, cradling a baby in her arms. The baby’s soft cries filled the quiet, pulling Nancy’s attention.
“Are you Nancy?” the woman asked gently, her eyes steady as she looked at Nancy.
Nancy blinked, startled. “Yes, that’s me. Who are you?” She tried to keep her voice calm, but her heart raced with confusion.
The woman took a step closer, and her words sent a shock through Nancy’s entire body. “This baby…she’s Patrick’s daughter,” the woman said softly. “And now that he’s gone, only you can care for her. Her mother…she can’t.”
The world seemed to tilt around Nancy. The idea of Patrick having a child with someone else—it just couldn’t be true. She felt herself backing away, her gaze locked on the baby in the woman’s arms.
“No, no…that can’t be right,” Nancy whispered, her voice shaking. “Patrick was a good man. He was loyal to me. He wouldn’t do this.”
She spun on her heel, desperate to escape, her mind reeling from the woman’s words. She ran headlong into an old friend of Patrick’s, a man named Mike, who had come to pay his respects. Startled, he grabbed her arms to steady her.
“Nancy, are you alright?” he asked, his eyes full of concern.
“I’m…I’m fine,” Nancy mumbled, not meeting his eyes. She didn’t want to talk. All she wanted was to leave. After exchanging a few words out of politeness, she rushed to her car, praying that the strange woman and the baby were just a figment of her grief.
But when she opened her car door, she froze in horror. The baby—the same baby—was lying in her back seat, wailing softly. She looked around wildly for the elderly woman, but there was no sign of her anywhere.
“How did you get here?” Nancy murmured, her heart pounding. She couldn’t leave the baby out in the cold, so she removed her jacket and gently wrapped it around the infant. But as she did, her breath caught. On the baby’s neck was a small birthmark, one identical to the one Patrick had—an unmistakable mark.
Nancy’s heart sank. She didn’t want to believe it, but now she needed the truth, even if it hurt. She had to know if Patrick had been unfaithful to her.
With a heavy heart, she drove home, and once inside, she carefully placed the baby down. She collected strands of Patrick’s hair from his hairbrush, her hands shaking as she put them in a small bag. She drove straight to the hospital, her mind a whirlwind.
“Hello, I need a paternity test done,” she told the receptionist, desperation in her voice.
“Of course, ma’am. It typically takes a few days for results,” the receptionist explained.
Nancy leaned in, her voice urgent. “Can I pay extra to get it sooner? I need these results as soon as possible.”
The receptionist nodded. “We have an expedited service. It’s more expensive, but we can get it done quickly.”
“I’ll pay whatever it costs,” Nancy said without hesitation.
After submitting Patrick’s hair for testing, Nancy found herself in the hospital corridor, the baby in her arms, waiting. The baby’s soft cries reminded her she might be hungry, so Nancy hurried to a nearby store to buy baby formula, bottles, and a few diapers. Returning to the hospital, she fed the baby and waited, her heart heavy with dread.
Finally, a nurse handed her an envelope containing the test results. Nancy’s hands shook as she tore it open, and her heart sank as she read the words: “Paternity rate – 99%.”
It was true. Patrick had fathered this child with another woman. Nancy looked down at the baby, her mind swirling with grief, anger, and confusion. She knew she couldn’t keep a reminder of Patrick’s betrayal. She had to find this child’s mother and give her back.
Determined, Nancy drove home and searched through all of Patrick’s belongings, hoping to find a clue about the baby’s mother. But after hours of searching, she found nothing. Frustrated but resolute, she went to his office, combing through his drawers, files, and personal items, but it was another dead end.
Finally, she sat in Patrick’s car, exhausted. Her eyes drifted to the GPS. Patrick had always used it, even for familiar routes. If he’d visited the baby’s mother, her address might still be saved.
She checked the recent destinations and found one address that stood out, appearing more often than the others. She didn’t recognize it, but something told her it was important.
With the baby in tow, Nancy drove to the unfamiliar address. She arrived at a modest little house. Knocking on the door, she waited, but no one answered. After a few more tries, she decided to ask the neighbors, moving to the house next door.
The door opened, and Nancy was shocked to see the elderly woman who’d first approached her.
“It’s you!” Nancy said, taken aback. “How did you find me?”
The woman, whose name was Amanda, looked surprised. “I wasn’t expecting you,” she admitted. “Why are you here?”
“I’m looking for my husband’s…” Nancy trailed off, glancing down at the baby. “I wanted to return this baby to her mother.”
A look of sadness filled Amanda’s eyes. “The woman you’re looking for—Emma—she’s gone. She passed away after she heard about your husband’s accident. Her heart couldn’t take it.”
Nancy’s face went pale. “Emma? Did you say Emma?” She tried to control the shock in her voice. “Was her last name…Warren?”
Amanda nodded slowly. “Yes. Did you know her?”
Nancy looked down, shame washing over her. “Can…can I come in? I think I need to talk.”
Amanda led her inside, and they sat in the living room. Nancy took a deep breath and shared a memory she’d buried for years.
Twenty years earlier, in the hallway of their school, Patrick had told Nancy something she hadn’t been ready to hear.
“I…I’m in love with someone else,” he’d confessed. “I’m sorry, Nancy.”
Nancy had been devastated. She wanted to destroy his relationship with Emma, determined not to let him go. Against her mother’s advice, she set out to keep Patrick by her side, even if it meant hurting him.
Driven by jealousy, Nancy went as far as lying to Patrick, telling him she was pregnant. His sense of responsibility and loyalty kept him with her, but eventually, when the truth came out, Emma had already left town, heartbroken. Nancy and Patrick stayed together, but she knew he’d never fully moved on.
“Lies ruin everything,” Amanda said softly, shaking her head. “Did Patrick ever learn the truth?”
“No,” Nancy whispered. “But now I see what my lies cost me—and cost him and Emma too.”
Nancy looked down at the baby, her heart swelling with regret. She realized what she had to do. Rising from her chair, she said, “I’ll raise her. I’ll raise her as my own. Maybe it’s the only way I can make up for what I did.”
Nancy left Amanda’s house that day with a new purpose. She named the baby Catherine and raised her with unconditional love and honesty. Years later, when Catherine turned sixteen, Nancy told her the full story, bracing herself for rejection.
But Catherine simply hugged her tightly and said, “Nothing changes how I feel about you, Mom. You’ve always been there for me. You are my mom.”
In that moment, Nancy felt a peace she hadn’t known before. Catherine’s forgiveness felt like a gift from both Patrick and Emma. She could finally let go of the past and look to the future, filled with love for the daughter she’d grown to cherish.
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