Olivia nodded. “Then you must stay calm and gather more proof. Do not confront anyone yet. Let them believe you know nothing.”
I almost smiled. “They think I am invisible already.”
Over the next three weeks, I lived two lives. At home, I was the loving wife. I cooked dinners. I asked Kevin about his work. I mentioned looking into another fertility clinic. He relaxed. He kissed my forehead and told me everything would be fine. His comfort was my camouflage.
Behind the scenes, I worked with Olivia. I collected screenshots of messages. I installed a voice recorder on my phone. I copied email receipts. I traced the unknown bank account to a name linked to Sierra. The evidence grew heavier with each day.
The hardest conversation came when I met my father Frank at a quiet diner. He arrived smiling, unaware. “Your mother told me the baby is healthy,” he said. “I cannot wait to meet my grandchild.”
I handed him my phone. I played the recording from the hospital hallway. Kevin’s laughter. Diane’s approval. Sierra’s smug promise. Frank’s face changed with every word. When the recording ended, he stared at the table.
“I am sorry,” he whispered. “I did not know.”
“They fooled you too,” I said gently. He nodded. “Tell me what to do.”
“Say nothing for now,” I replied. “Let the truth unfold in court.” He agreed without hesitation.
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