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The day Willa turned seven, she opened her mouth to call Sawyer “Dad” and ask him to cut her birthday cake. Instead, my husband shoved her aside in front of all our guests. “Don’t call me that. I’m not your father.” He slapped a DNA test report onto a poolside table. Before I could find my voice, my parents were staring at me like I was something they’d scraped off their shoe. Ashley—the long-lost daughter they’d only recently found—was tucked into Sawyer’s arms, her eyes red, her expression a mask of pain. “I’m sorry, Celeste. I just mentioned that Willa didn’t look much like Sawyer. I never thought he’d actually get a test.” From that day on, I was the cheating wife on everyone’s lips. My daughter became the bastard child they whispered about. Later, Sawyer asked for a divorce. For Willa’s sake, I was ready to beg him for another DNA test. Instead, I overheard him talking to a friend. “You really did all this just to make Ashley feel better? You destroyed Celeste’s reputation, called Willa a bastard… Aren’t you afraid your wife and daughter will just leave?” Sawyer’s voice was completely casual. “What’s there to be afraid of? Her parents know the report is fake.” “She’s the adopted daughter who stole the life Ashley should have had. Once Ashley feels better, I’ll remarry Celeste.” “Celeste can’t live without me. Even after the divorce, she’ll wait for me.” My mind flashed to Willa, her face wet with tears, asking me if Daddy really didn’t want her anymore. I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. The next day, I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I calmly signed the divorce papers. What he didn’t know was that when I walked out of family court, I went straight to the county clerk’s office and applied for another marriage license. … Listening to Sawyer Mercer’s airy, offhand tone from outside the room, I could barely stand. His friend started to say something else, but Sawyer cut him off. “When the time comes, I’ll just say I was fooled, too.” “All I have to do is say the lab made a mistake, and she’ll come back begging.” I braced myself against the wall, my chest seizing. A few hours earlier, Willa had come home from her private school in tears. Her treasured school uniform skirt was caked in mud. Her knee was scraped raw, a smear of blood and dirt. I called the principal. Her voice was ice. “Mrs. Mercer, do you really want me to spell it out for you?” “What’s happening between you and your husband has become common knowledge. Many of the children are saying Willa is illegitimate.” “The board and the other parents are… concerned. You should consider transferring her.” After I hung up, I held my trembling daughter, unable to speak. She lifted her tear-streaked face and asked in a tiny voice, “Mom, if I really am Dad’s daughter, will he like me again?” For her, I swallowed the last of my pride. I came to see Sawyer. I was going to beg him for another DNA test. I never imagined this is what I would hear. To him, forging a DNA report and humiliating me in public was a trifle. The shame Willa and I had endured was just a show he’d staged for another woman’s benefit. And my adoptive parents, who’d always claimed to love me, were in on it. I closed my eyes. Inside the room, the conversation continued. His friend, at least, sounded like he had a conscience. “But Willa’s only seven. I saw a group of kids calling her a bastard today. She ran home from school crying. You can live with that?” “If she ever finds out the truth, do you think she’ll ever forgive you?” Sawyer sounded certain. “Kids are resilient. So what if she gets hurt a little?” “She’s my daughter. That’s a fact. Is she really going to turn her back on her own father?” My nails were digging into my palm, but I felt nothing. Before, I would have thrown open the door and demanded an explanation. This time, I didn’t. I turned and walked away. This marriage had to end. I packed a few of our things and ......

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