Life has a way of humbling us when we least expect it. I always judged women who had affairs with married men – until I became one. My relationship with Kevin started as an office flirtation that spiraled out of control. He claimed to be unhappily married, and foolishly, I believed him.
Now that I’m carrying his child, his wife Andrea has reached out with a proposition I never saw coming. She knew every detail about me before we even spoke – my name, address, even how far along I was. Yet when she called, there was no screaming or threats, just a request to meet.
Our coffee shop encounter was surreal. Andrea brought along their two teenage children, who somehow already knew about me and the baby. Instead of hostility, they radiated acceptance. Andrea revealed they’d been divorced for months (news to me) and wanted our children to grow up knowing each other as siblings.
The kids’ reactions stunned me most. His daughter Sarah talked about babysitting, while his son Olaf seemed genuinely excited. Meanwhile, I sat there realizing Kevin had lied about still being married and likely about everything else regarding his family.
Now I’m left with impossible questions. Do I trust this woman’s surprising offer? How many other lies has Kevin told? And what kind of future awaits my child in this tangled web of relationships?
