The message below the photo read: Thought you should know what you've been missing. He's three years old, in case you're wondering. - A Friend
A friend. Jade, probably or Richard. Or someone else who wanted to twist the knife. But the sender didn't matter, what mattered was the child.
My son.
I had a son, and he was three years old, and I'd missed everything. First steps, first words, three entire years of his life gone because I'd been too stupid to question the lies.
I zoomed in on the photo, my hands shaking violently. The boy was smiling up at Bella, complete trust and love on his face. He looked happy. Everything I should have given him if I hadn't thrown them both away.
The rage came first, hot and justifiable. Bella had kept my son from me for years. Had hidden his existence, h
