Kelly
I stared at Aiden, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Evelyn told him what?
Aiden’s word echoed again in my head.
“Grandma told me I was adopted. That you’re not my real mom."
For a moment, I couldn’t even breathe. In what cruelty would make someone stoop this low to orchestrate something cruel like this. The weight of his words crashed down on me, suffocating and unbearable. I couldn’t bear with the pain of knowing that my son had spent years believing a lie. A cruel, twisted, manipulative lie.
My body goes cold, my heart stuttering in my chest. Not because I believed it—God, no. I know I gave birth to Aiden. I carried him, I held him in my arms when he was barely minutes old, I nursed him when he was sick, comforted him through his nightmares. He is my son. There is no doubt. T
