Chapter 3
Then Natalie started visiting more.
At first, she said she was lonely.
Then she said she needed advice.
Then she claimed her apartment had mold.
Eric’s wife let her stay in the guest room for two weeks.
Two weeks became two months.
Natalie borrowed clothes without asking.
She made little comments about the house.
“So quiet in here,” she said one morning. “Almost like a museum.”
Another time, while Eric’s wife washed dishes, Natalie leaned against the counter and said, “Some men really want children. You know that, right?”
The wife turned off the faucet.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Natalie shrugged.
“Nothing. I just think Eric would be such a good dad.”
“He will be,” the wife said.
Natalie smiled.
“Sure.”
That smile stayed in her mind for months.
Eric did not seem different at first.
He was tired.
Busy.
Distracted.
But he still kissed his wife before work.
Still held her hand during appointments.
Still whispered, “We’re not giving up,” when another test came back negative.
Then Natalie moved out suddenly.
No explanation.
No fight.
Just packed bags and a bright smile.
“I think it’s time I stand on my own,” she said.
Three weeks later, she announced she was pregnant.
Their mother cried.
Their father opened champagne.
Natalie refused to name the father.
She said it was “complicated.”
Eric’s wife hugged her.
Even after all the comments.
Even after the old jealousy.
Even after the strange feeling in her stomach.
She hugged her sister because a baby was innocent.
But Natalie whispered in her ear, “Funny how life works, isn’t it?”
That night, the wife sat in her car outside a pharmacy for twenty minutes, unable to drive.
Not because she knew.
Because some part of her was afraid to know.
The first anonymous message came a week later.
You should ask where Eric was on March 14.
No name.
No number she recognized.
She deleted it.
Then came another.
Ask your sister why she kept his watch.
That one made her hands go cold.
Eric had lost a silver watch months earlier.
A gift from his wife.
He said he must have left it at the gym.
When she asked him about March 14, he looked confused.
“March 14?”
“You worked late.”
“I had the Palmer contract dinner,” he said. “You knew that.”
She had known that.
But Palmer had canceled that dinner.
She remembered because she had seen the email.
Eric looked at her face and went still.
“What’s going on?”
She could have screamed.
She could have accused.
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Instead, she said, “I need the truth.”
👉 One anonymous message cracked open the lie — but Eric’s confession was only the beginning of something much uglier.
