Mark and I were already married. Three years had passed – and there were still no children. I went to all the doctors. I had no abnormalities, and my husband refused to go to the hospital and take tests.
After a while, he admitted to me that he had a mistress and she was pregnant. He quickly packed his things and slammed the door behind him. I was terribly depressed and didn’t even leave the house for a few days.
The only reason I went out was to take a leave of absence. I knew that in such a state I would not be able to work normally. On the way, I looked at the lake and tried to drown all my negative emotions in it. I so wanted to get them out and get rid of that awful feeling in my chest. I stood on the bridge for a long time until I heard a child crying. I ran up to the boy and asked:
– Hello, little one! Did something happen to you?
– Hello. I ran away from home. But I’m never going back there!
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I gave the boy an ice cream to calm him down. I didn’t want to pry, but he wanted to tell his story to the end:
– Mom’s a liar. She cheated her uncle. She dated two men for a long time and then got pregnant. The baby’s father ran away right away, and she decided to trick the other one into thinking it was his baby so she wouldn’t be alone. I can’t watch this… She lies to him every day…
– Calm down. You’re doing great. Really, it’s not good to lie.
David and I talked for a long time, and then we decided to go to my place for tea – I had just baked a cake. While I put the kettle on, David waited for me in the living room. He was looking at the pictures on the walls, and then he called out:
– That’s him!
– Who is he? – I was surprised, because David was pointing at a picture of my husband.
– Uncle Mark. He was tricked by his mother.
And then everything fell into place. Meeting David was fateful, there’s no other way to put it. I was not going to bring my husband back, but at least I cleared up the situation.
– David, do you know your father? – I asked.
– Yes, he lives in the country with his grandmother.
– Maybe we can go and visit him?
– That’s a great idea. Only my mom won’t let me…
– I’ll talk to her! Come on! Do you even know the address?
The boy nodded his head, and we ran out into the street. It was a long way, but I saw no other way. When the man recognized his son, he burst into tears of joy. I don’t know what my mother missed about David. But he seemed to me a very good, well-mannered and handsome man.
I told him everything and explained why it was better for the boy to stay with him. While David was talking to his father, I called my husband’s mistress:
– I think you know who’s calling. If you interrupt David’s communication with his father, my husband will know that you are not pregnant by him.
– I figured it out.
The problem was solved. Not only that, David and his father came to visit me often. We went out together, celebrated holidays and weekends, and soon … got married! Now I’m David’s mother. Even if not my own.
