On the night of our wedding, Scott, my husband, was eager for intimacy, but I was exhausted and hoped to delay our physical connection for just a while longer. Scott, being the understanding partner he was, accepted my excuse with a kiss goodnight. Little did I know, our night was far from over.
In the hushed hours of midnight, I stirred from my slumber, feeling the bed tremble beneath me. Startled, I turned to find Scott on the bed, cradling a baby in his arms. I was in complete shock when he introduced the infant as Ella, his orphaned niece, and disclosed the sudden responsibility thrust upon him.
“Everly, this is Ella,” he gulped, and my world spun as he continued. “She is my orphaned niece. My stepsister, Maya, is gone now. I found out about her just a few weeks ago.”
That was the start of a night of revelations that would reshape our lives.
“Everly, I was scared you’d leave if you knew about her,” Scott confessed, not meeting my eyes.
“How could you do this, Scott? How can we start our life together with secrets and lies?” I asked, appalled. But I took a deep breath. “Scott, what’s the plan here? Are you… wait, are we going to adopt Ella?”
“I haven’t thought that far, Everly. Right now, I just need to take care of her,” he answered, avoiding further discussion on the matter.
The following morning, as sunlight flooded through the windows of Scott’s grand estate, the weight of the previous night’s secrets hung heavily in the air. Questions buzzed in my mind like persistent insects, demanding answers. Who was Ella’s mother? Why had Scott kept her existence hidden from me? And what did this mean for our newly minted marriage?
The baby’s mother, Maya, was his estranged step-sister that no one in the family had any contact with. So why did he help her?
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As we settled into our new roles, caring for Ella amidst the opulent surroundings of Scott’s home, the facade of marital bliss began to crack. Doubts gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, fueled by the shadows of Scott’s past and the mystery surrounding Ella’s origins.
Days turned into weeks, and the rift between us deepened as I struggled to reconcile the man I thought I knew with the secrets he harbored. Scott’s attempts at reconciliation fell on deaf ears as I grappled with betrayal and uncertainty.
“Maybe we should consider putting Ella up for adoption,” I said tentatively.
“Adoption? Everly, that’s unthinkable. Ella is my responsibility,” Scott argued.
“Maybe find a loving foster family for her. Someone could be a better mother than me—”
“Is this your way of testing me? You think I married you just to have a mother for Ella?” he asked.
