The Boy Across the Street Called My Husband Daddy

Synopsis

On the morning of my forty-second birthday, the new neighbor's son ran into my husband's arms and called him Daddy. Mark was supposed to be handling a client emergency. Instead, my doorbell camera showed him entering the house across the street with his own key. He came home that night, forgot my birthday and lied without hesitation. The next morning, I introduced myself to our new neighbor-and met the little boy who had my husband's eyes, his smile and the same dimple as our sixteen-year-old son. Mark thinks I will believe whatever explanation he gives me. The woman across the street thinks I know nothing. They are both wrong.