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I was still curled on the bathroom floor when Camden told me I had to go. “You can’t make this about you.”
Outside, through a window, I saw Camden cradle her belly—and kiss her.
They didn’t deny it. The baby was his. My marriage ended that day.
A year later, karma arrived without mercy. Elise had been cheating again—lying to two men about who the baby belonged to. Both men left her at a cabin in the woods. Camden later confessed through a letter: the child wasn’t his after all.
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