The Wife You Thought Was Gone

Lila Storm

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My perfect marriage shattered with an e-vite for my husband's son's first birthday-a son I never knew existed. The true nightmare unfolded at my own birthday party when his mistress, Hayden, had their son run to my husband, Chase, and call him "Daddy" in front of all our friends. In the ensuing chaos, Chase shoved me. I fell, hit my head, and miscarried the baby I had just discovered I was carrying. He left me bleeding on the floor to comfort his mistress and their child. But Hayden wasn't done. To eliminate me for good, she had me kidnapped and thrown off a cliff into a canal, whispering that Chase wanted me gone permanently. I survived. I faked my death and disappeared, channeling my pain into my work. Now, six months later, I'm accepting a prestigious award on international television. I see Chase in the crowd, a broken man rushing toward me, begging for forgiveness. This time, I'm the one who gets to walk away.

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Chapter 16

01-06 22:33

Chapter 1

My perfect marriage shattered with an e-vite for my husband's son's first birthday-a son I never knew existed.

The true nightmare unfolded at my own birthday party when his mistress, Hayden, had their son run to my husband, Chase, and call him "Daddy" in front of all our friends.

In the ensuing chaos, Chase shoved me. I fell, hit my head, and miscarried the baby I had just discovered I was carrying. He left me bleeding on the floor to comfort his mistress and their child.

But Hayden wasn't done. To eliminate me for good, she had me kidnapped and thrown off a cliff into a canal, whispering that Chase wanted me gone permanently.

I survived. I faked my death and disappeared, channeling my pain into my work. Now, six months later, I'm accepting a prestigious award on international television.

I see Chase in the crowd, a broken man rushing toward me, begging for forgiveness.

This time, I'm the one who gets to walk away.

Chapter 1

Cali Massey POV:

My perfect morning shattered with a single notification. An e-vite, blinking on my tablet screen, for a child' s first birthday. The name on the invite wasn't my child's. It was my husband's son. A son I didn't know existed.

The soft glow of dawn filtering through the bedroom window had promised a day like any other. I was still wrapped in the lingering warmth of the bed, the clean scent of our expensive linen filling my lungs. But the image on the screen, a cartoon elephant holding a balloon, ripped through that calm. Dallas Clarke. One year old.

My fingers, trembling, brushed against the cold glass of the tablet. Before I could tap, the notification vanished, swallowed by the digital ether, leaving only my usual clean home screen. It was gone, but the name, Dallas Clarke, was burned into my mind. It pulsed there, a raw, angry bruise.

The sender was listed as Hayden Acosta. A junior political analyst from Chase's office. A woman I'd met once at a company holiday party. She' d been overly friendly, her eyes a little too bright. I' d dismissed it as office eagerness.

Now, a cold dread spread through my chest, chilling me from the inside out. It wasn't just a child. It was a Clarke. My Chase's last name. The possibility gnawed at me, turning my stomach sour. It had to be a mistake. A grotesque prank. But the name, the connection to Hayden, it felt too real.

The party was scheduled for Sunday afternoon, at a park across town. Just two days away. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. I closed my eyes, trying to make the image of the elephant and the name disappear, but it was etched behind my eyelids.

I could call Chase. Confront him. Demand answers. But a deeper, darker part of me knew he would lie. He would gaslight. He would turn it around, make me feel crazy for even asking. I needed proof. Something undeniable.

My feet hit the cold floorboards. The house felt suddenly enormous, empty. It had always been our sanctuary, a testament to our shared life, our love. Now, it felt like a stage, meticulously set for a play I didn' t understand. I had to know. I had to see.

I dressed in a hurry, pulling on dark clothes, a baseball cap pulled low. I slipped out of the house, the front door closing with a soft click that echoed the finality in my soul. Every step felt heavy, each breath a struggle. The world outside felt too bright, too normal, for the earthquake happening inside me.

The park was bustling. Children's laughter, the smell of grilling hot dogs. It was a picture of perfect, uncomplicated joy. My eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a face I knew, a familiar figure. And then I saw him.

Chase. My husband.

He was standing near a bright blue tent, his usually immaculate suit replaced by a casual polo shirt and khakis. He was laughing, a genuine, unrestrained sound I hadn't heard in years. And in his arms, a small boy, perhaps just a year old, chubby and gurgling with delight.

The baby' s hair was the exact shade of Chase's own dark brown. His eyes, even from this distance, held the same mischievous twinkle. There was no denying it. The child was a tiny, perfect replica of Chase. My breath hitched. The air curdled in my lungs.

Chase bounced the baby, nuzzling his head, a tenderness in his actions that made my stomach clench. It was the kind of fatherly affection I had always dreamed he would share with our child. Our child, who never came.

Then she appeared. Hayden Acosta. She walked up to Chase, her hand resting casually on his back, a proprietary gesture. She leaned in, whispering something in his ear, and he chuckled, pulling her closer. Their heads were together, a conspiratorial, intimate pose. They were a family. A complete, happy family.

My mind went blank. My body felt like it was floating, detached from the scene unfolding before me. This wasn't real. This couldn't be real. Chase, my Chase, had built an entire parallel life. A life with a child, a life with another woman, while I was living in a carefully constructed illusion.

I saw a group of familiar faces from Chase' s office, people I' d smiled at at holiday parties. They were all there, cooing over Dallas, congratulating Chase and Hayden. They knew. Everyone knew but me. I was the fool. The last one to find out.

I couldn' t move. My feet were rooted to the spot, my hands clammy and cold. The laughter, the music, the cries of children – it all blended into a deafening roar. My carefully constructed world, built on trust and shared dreams, was crumbling into dust around me.

I turned and walked away, the sounds of the party fading into a quiet hum. My ears felt stuffed with cotton. My vision tunneled, the edges of the world blurring into a meaningless smear of color.

A memory flashed, sharp and painful. Years ago, I' d brought up having children. Chase had stroked my hair, his voice soft, "Not now, Cali. My career is at a critical juncture. We need to focus on that. Our time will come." He had spun a beautiful tale of our future, of a perfect family when the time was right. I had believed him. Every word.

I remembered his earnest face in our university days, how he' d pursued me relentlessly. He' d brought me flowers, written me love notes. He' d been so charming, so devoted. When I' d fallen ill during my final year, he' d stayed by my bedside, feeding me soup, reading me books. He was my rock. My everything.

He' d proposed in the hospital, his eyes glistening with tears. "Cali," he'd whispered, "I can' t imagine a life without you. You make me whole." He' d told me about his own dysfunctional family, the pain he carried. I' d seen his vulnerability, his need for a stable home. I' d offered him that, gladly.

After we married, his career as a political strategist had skyrocketed. I' d put my own burgeoning composing career on hold, supporting him, building a home, a haven. I' d believed we were a team, that my sacrifices were for our shared future.

Now, standing on the edge of this park, the truth hit me with the force of a physical blow. He hadn't been waiting for the right time. He had simply been living another life. A complete, unburdened life, while I waited, patiently, foolishly, for my turn. Every loving glance, every tender touch, every shared laugh – it had all been a lie. A meticulously crafted performance.

My phone buzzed. It was Chase. His caller IDphoto, showing his beaming face, felt like a cruel joke. I watched him across the park, still holding Dallas, still laughing with Hayden. He held his phone to his ear, his expression softening into the familiar, loving mask he wore for me.

"Hey, sweetheart," his voice, still warm and familiar, filled my ear. "Just wrapping up a long day. Missing you already."

Behind him, I heard a baby' s giggle, and Hayden' s hushed voice. He didn't even flinch. Didn't miss a beat.

"You sound tired," I managed, my voice a strangled whisper. It felt foreign, not my own.

"Just a bit. Rough day in meetings," he lied, his voice laced with feigned exhaustion. "Can't wait to be home with my amazing wife."

My eyes burned. Tears pricked behind my eyelids, but I wouldn't let them fall. Not here. Not now. "Chase," I said, my voice gaining a desperate strength, "we need to talk. Tonight. I need to see you."

He hesitated. I saw his easy smile falter, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face before he quickly masked it. "Tonight? Love, I'm swamped. Maybe tomorrow morning?"

"Tonight," I insisted, my voice cracking despite my efforts. "It can't wait."

Just then, little Dallas, sensing his father' s distraction, tugged at his shirt. "Daddy! Play with me!"

Chase's eyes widened, a flash of pure panic. He quickly pulled the phone away from his ear, fumbling with it. "I... I have to go, Cali. Emergency call from the office. I'll call you as soon as I can." The line went dead.

I watched him. He immediately knelt, scooping Dallas into his arms, his face softening into genuine parental adoration. Hayden watched them, a smug, satisfied smile on her face. They were a family. And I was just an inconvenience.

The phone slipped from my numb fingers, clattering silently on the asphalt. My world, my love, my entire future, had just disintegrated. All those years, all those dreams. They were nothing but ash. I felt an emptiness so profound it threatened to swallow me whole.

I needed to disappear. To become someone else, somewhere else. I pulled out my phone again, my fingers moving with a terrifying calm. I searched for a program, a fellowship I' d deferred years ago. A secluded retreat for artists, high in the Scottish Highlands. A place where I could be completely alone.

A place where Cali Massey, the betrayed wife, could die, and someone new could be born.