The Truth I Overheard

Synopsis

From childhood to adulthood, the words Samson Matthews said to me most often was "Get lost." I used to think he was just naturally quiet—bad with people, not fond of conversation. I never gave it much thought. That was until, on the eve of our wedding, I accidentally overheard a recording he had made for his assistant. At the end of a lullaby, his voice—low, magnetic—softened into a tenderness I had never heard before. "Sweet dreams, my little one." My heart shattered as I stormed into his study to confront him. Before I could even speak, his voice turned cold again. "Get out." This time, I didn't argue. I turned around and left. What he didn't know was that this time, when I left, I wasn't coming back.