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It just… happened. Camden’s the father.”
Everything after that was a blur of noise and white-hot agony. I left.
My marriage ended right there. Two weeks later, Camden and Elise moved in together.
The fallout was predictable and swift. Half of our old friends cut me off, half cut them off.
It was ugly.
Camden’s family was initially cold toward me, but then Elise posted a maternity photoshoot on Instagram showing Camden holding her belly like a trophy.
That was the line.
His own mother sent me a simple text message: “I raised a snake.”
Good.
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