Nancy’s world is flipped upside down at her husband’s burial when she sees an elderly woman holding a baby. The woman claims that the child she is carrying is Nancy’s late husband’s. Is she lying? Or will Nancy face even more devastating revelations?Nancy examined the last traces of her husband’s burial service. She couldn’t believe Patrick had gone. He had died in an automobile accident. It had been a week, but she could still feel him close to her. How could he have died?

With a heavy heart, she walked toward the cemetery’s exit, telling herself she needed to start planning the rest of her life. Suddenly, an older woman with a baby blocked her path. “Are you Nancy?” the woman inquired, as the baby in her arms screamed. Nancy did not recognize her. Who was she? “I am. “Who are you?” Nancy responded. Nancy’s heart was not prepared when Amanda revealed that the baby in her arms was Patrick’s child.

“Only you can look after this child now,” she informed Nancy. “Her mother can’t provide for her.” Nancy felt a shudder run down her spine. She backed away from the infant after staring at it. “No, that cannot be! Patrick was a kind spouse. “He’d never do this to me!” Nancy turned around to leave. She never doubted Patrick. “Watch out!” Nancy ran into one of Patrick’s old acquaintances, Mike. She was too buried in her thoughts to observe where she was going.

Mike began conversing with her, expressing his sympathy. Nancy didn’t want to talk to anyone, but she had to show courtesy. She finished the talk as fast as she could and went to her car. The baby’s ideas echoed in her head, but she rejected them. Nancy was astonished when she unlocked her car door. The same baby lay wailing in the back seat.

Nancy looked around. Amanda was nowhere to be found. “How did this baby even get here?” she asked. It was cold, so Nancy took off her jacket and began wrapping it around the child. However, she froze when she observed a birthmark on the baby’s neck. “It can’t be,” she said to herself. The birthmark was identical to Patrick’s. Nancy did not want to suspect her late husband of infidelity. But now she needed the truth. She needed to know whether Patrick had been unfaithful to her.

Nancy drove home with the infant, removed Patrick’s hair strands from his hairbrush, and visited a hospital.”Hello, I’d like to get a paternity test done,” she told the receptionist at the desk. “Okay, ma’am.” “Normally, it takes a few days to get the results,” the woman explained. “Can it be done quicker?” Nancy asked. “I’ll pay extra.” “Well, we do provide expedited services. Let me see what I can accomplish. “But it will cost you more.”

“I’ll take it,” Nancy responded. She turned in Patrick’s samples and paid for the test. Sitting in the corridor, she was waiting for the results when the baby began crying. Nancy sniffed the baby’s clothing. Her diaper did not require a change. Nancy assumed she must have been hungry. There was still time before the results arrived, so she drove to the grocery store and purchased baby formula, bottles, and a few diapers in case she needed them.

She returned to the hallway and sat down to feed the baby the formula. After what felt like an age, a nurse approached her with the results. The woman handed her an envelope before walking away. “This is the truth, and I’ll have to accept it whether I like it or not,” Nancy reflected as she opened the results. Her mind spun when she read the words, “Paternity rate – 99%.”

Nancy fought back tears as she looked at the sleeping baby in her arms. Patrick cheated on her and kept her in the dark. Nancy felt she could not live with the evidence of his cheating indefinitely. She would discover the baby’s mother and return the infant to her. Nancy drove home and began sorting through Patrick’s belongings. But she couldn’t locate anything that would lead her to his lover. She proceeded to his office, inspecting his drawers, files, and cabinets.

But nothing.Nancy sighed. The infant slept in the living room. She grabbed the baby monitor and hurried to Patrick’s car. She looked under the seats, in the glove compartment, and in every corner and cranny of the car. But she found nothing important.Nancy slipped into the driver’s seat as her gaze fell on the GPS. And suddenly it struck her. Patrick was poor at following directions and always utilized the navigator.

If he had ever been to his mistress’ place, she would know where to find her address. Nancy moved straight to recent destinations on the navigator. The list was short, and largely included of recognizable locations such as local restaurants, the hardware shop, and Patrick’s office. But then she noticed one address, which showed more frequently than others, and she didn’t know it.

“This is it,” she realized. She brought the baby with her and drove to the address. Nancy arrived and found herself in front of a small house. She gathered the kid into her arms, marched to the front door, and knocked. “Hello? “Is anyone home?” she asked. Nancy concluded that the house was empty after the tenth knock and no one opened the door. She looked around before deciding to approach the neighbors. She began with the house next door, ringing the doorbell.

The door creaked open, and Nancy’s eyes widened as Amanda came out. “You?” Nancy inquired. “How…how did you find me?” Amanda stuttered. “I was trying to find my husband’s…” Nancy paused. “He has another woman. “I wanted to return her baby.” Amanda’s face showed a weird melancholy. The woman who resided next door recently passed away. She suffered a heart attack when she found out about your husband’s accident. Emma is no longer.

“Wait…did you say Emma?” Nancy inquired, surprised. “Yes,” Amanda nodded. “Did you know her?” “Was…Was her last name Warren? When Amanda nodded, Nancy dropped her head in shame. “Can-can I come inside?” she inquired. “I have something I would want to tell you. I feel like I could use some conversation.” Amanda opened the door wider for Nancy, who walked inside. They settled into the living room.

“Emma was my classmate,” Nancy said, recalling her history. “She was also a friend. “But I wronged her and Patrick.” Approximately 20 years ago. Nancy and Patrick were in the school’s corridor. She was standing by her locker when Patrick approached her.”Hey, Nancy,” he whispered softly, and she looked at him.

“I need to tell you something,” Patrick said hesitantly. “Hey,” she said, smiling. “Yes?” “I’m in love with someone else, Nancy,” he admits. “I know you’ve been really kind and everything, but I’m sorry.” Nancy was shocked. “Tell me it’s a joke, Patrick,” she exclaimed. “You can’t be serious!” But Patrick was serious. Patrick was madly in love with Emma, and she loved him back.Nancy was so upset that day that she came home in tears.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Her mother was instantly aware that something had transpired at school. Nancy sobbed as she told her about Patrick’s breakup with her.”I want to break them up!” she cried. “I won’t let them be together!” “Nancy, you won’t be able to create your own happiness by destroying someone else’s,” her mother told her. “Revenge is not an option. “Forget about him.”

But Nancy was driven by the urge for vengeance.Nancy did everything she could to push Patrick and Emma apart over the next few days, spreading ridiculous stories, planning coincidental run-ins when she’d display her newfound confidence, and even resorting to sending anonymous messages to incite envy.Unfortunately, nothing worked. Emma appeared pleased, engrossed in her and Patrick’s world, while Nancy was left on the outside, her plans shattering around her.

But Nancy was not the one who gave up. One night, she had a brilliant notion to cause a rift between Emma and Patrick. “Hello, Nancy, how are you?” Nancy went to visit Patrick, and his mother answered the door. “I am OK, Mrs. White. “Is Patrick home?” “Yes, dear.” “Let me get him.” Patrick was astonished to discover her on his doorstep. “Nancy? “What is going on?”

“I know this will come as a shock to you, Patrick, but…I’m-I’m pregnant!” she said. Patrick was astonished and afraid. “What…but…Are you certain? When she nodded, Patrick invited her inside. She told him that she hadn’t told her parents yet because she was terrified. Nancy stated that her father would undoubtedly oppose it and compel her to terminate the pregnancy. So she begged Patrick not to tell anyone about it and observed how readily he fell for her deception.

Patrick was a responsible person. Nancy was aware of that. He grabbed her hands and stated, “I’m the child’s father, so I’ll be responsible for our infant. And don’t worry, this will remain between us.” Present-day… “I used him. I lied to him. “I wasn’t pregnant,” Nancy informed Amanda. “I was hurt, and I couldn’t take losing him to Emma. So I told him a lie, and it altered everything. He was ready to leave Emma and become a father.

“Lies ruin everything, dear,” Amanda said, shaking her head. “And what happens after that? Did he never discover the truth?”He didn’t,” Nancy explained. “I kept up the act, including the morning sickness. But after a few months, I…I couldn’t keep going with it. So I informed him that there was a mistake in the test and that the doctor was incorrect. Emma had already moved.

She was heartbroken and had left town with her parents. Patrick and I remained together. He never went back to her or sought to find her. We just moved on. “Or pretended to…” Nancy added, gazing at the sleeping baby in her arms. Now she knew Patrick had returned to Emma. “And I guess it’s time to correct what I couldn’t do back then,” Nancy remarked, rising to her feet.

She was leaving Amanda’s house with the baby when the elderly woman stopped her. “What are you going to do with the baby?” Amanda asked. Nancy turned and smiled at Amanda. “I will raise her like my own child. Perhaps that will help me seek forgiveness from Patrick and Emma.” Nancy followed through on her words. She reared baby Catherine with love. Nancy told Catherine everything about her history when she reached the age of 16.

She was expecting Catherine to despise her. And she was ready for it. Catherine smiled and added, “Nothing alters my feelings about you, Mom. You reared me. You were present for every skinned knee, illness, and grief. “You’re my mother in every way that counts.” Nancy cried quietly and cuddled her daughter. Catherine’s comments had not only soothed her heart, but also convinced her that Emma and Patrick had forgiven her.