People always said I was kind—maybe too kind.
I clung to the belief that kindness would be returned someday.
But once we got married, that sense of warmth slowly faded. Jack faded too.
He spent his evenings sprawled on the couch, absorbed in his phone, barely acknowledging me.
The long walks, the surprise dinner dates, the laughter—we’d left them somewhere behind us.
“Jack,” I said gently, “Remember how we used to dream about taking weekend trips together?”
He didn’t lift his eyes. “Why are you bringing this up now? I have work early tomorrow.”
“We don’t even have dinner together anymore…”
He shrugged. “We’re both here, aren’t we? What more do you want?”
I watched him in silence. His phone buzzed, and he smiled. Moments later, my phone vibrated. Linda.
“Marie!” she shouted into the phone. “Can you come over tonight? I need someone to watch the kids, please. You’re my lifesaver!”
“Linda, I just stayed with them two nights ago…”
“Oh, don’t start! You know I don’t have anyone else. I’m trying to rebuild after the divorce. You’ve got Jack.”
I sighed. “I’ll be there in half an hour.”
She hung up before I could say anything else. I grabbed my bag. Jack didn’t even glance in my direction.
“I’m going to Linda’s. Again.”
Her house was still and quiet. The children were asleep.
I curled up on the couch with a mug of lukewarm tea. Hours passed. Two in the morning. No call. No text. Nothing.
I checked on Billy and Cindy. Both were fast asleep, peaceful and innocent. I loved them dearly.
Then it hit—tightness in my chest. That familiar panic. I reached into my coat for my inhaler. Gone.
My heart pounded. I fumbled through my bag and found the old one, nearly empty.
I took a shallow breath, then another. They only got worse.
I stepped outside. Across the lawn, Linda’s neighbor Gloria was watering her plants.
“Marie?” she asked. “You okay?”
“Gloria,” I gasped. “I need my inhaler. It’s at home. Can you… watch the kids?”
Without hesitation, she nodded. “Go. I’ll stay here. They’ll be safe.”
I drove home trembling, praying I’d make it.
My inhaler was right where I’d left it—on the nightstand.
But something else caught my eye: light spilling from the bedroom. And… Linda’s car is in the driveway?
A chill went through me.
Then came the sound—laughter. A woman’s voice. A man’s. Upstairs.
I walked slowly, dread rising with each step. Clothes were scattered along the staircase. Jack’s shirt. Linda’s bracelet.
Their laughter echoed from the bathroom. I pushed the door open.
There they were. In the tub. Jack leaned back in bubbles while Linda swirled a drink in her hand.
“Are you out of your minds?!” I screamed.
Linda scoffed. “Marie? You were supposed to be with the kids!”
“I trusted you,” I choked out. “How could you do this to me?!”
Something cracked inside me. I ran to the bedroom, grabbed my inhaler, and collapsed on the floor. Breathing was painful. My vision blurred with tears.
That moment killed the old Marie. The sweet, passive Marie.
Something colder was born in her place.
By sunrise, I was back at Linda’s. The kids were still asleep.
I watched little Tommy snore on his dinosaur pillow. Something Linda once said came back to me—how Tommy didn’t look like her or her ex.
I knew why.
I gently took a single blond hair from Tommy’s brush and placed it in a bag. “I’m sorry, baby boy. This is bigger than you.”
I sat down beside sleeping Gloria and whispered, “My husband… and my sister…”
She opened her arms to me. “Oh, sweetheart. You didn’t deserve any of this.”
I sobbed into her lap. “I want them to pay. They think I’ll just forgive. Like always.”
Her hands gripped mine. “Then don’t forgive. Show them what it’s like to be abandoned.”
I nodded. “I will.”
Two weeks later, the DNA results arrived. I tore the envelope open.
70% match.
Not a full paternity result—but enough to stir the pot. I tucked the paper into my purse like a secret weapon.
Two nights earlier, Jack had left with a suitcase. “I’m moving in with Linda.”
I’d smiled. “Great. This isn’t over.”
That evening, I pulled up to their new place and knocked. Linda opened the door in a silk robe.
“Marie? What are you doing here?”
I brushed past her. “Where’s Jack?”
He emerged from the kitchen, a beer in hand. I sat on the pristine white couch.
“We need to talk.”
Linda hissed. “Ignore her. She’s unstable.”
“Jack,” I said, calm and measured. “You ever wonder who Tommy’s real father is?”
His brows furrowed. “Don’t drag the kid into this.”
I handed him the folded paper. “Read it.”
Linda lunged. “Stop!”
Jack scanned the results. “Seventy percent? Linda—is he mine?”
Her face tightened. “She’s lying.”
“Tell me the truth!”
Linda’s mask cracked. “Fine. It’s Rick. Your brother. Happy now?”
Jack reeled. “What?!”
She laughed bitterly. “He pays me off to keep it quiet. I get more from his guilt than I ever did from love. And you? You were just… extra.”
Jack looked like the floor had vanished under him.
I stood. “Looks like you picked the wrong sister, Jack.”
From the hallway, I heard small footsteps. Cindy and Tommy peeked out. I smiled and crouched down.
“Hey, little ones. Want to go out for ice cream?”
“But Mom—”
“She’s busy yelling at Uncle Jack. Let’s go.”
Outside, sunlight hit my face. Two small hands held mine tightly.
Linda’s biggest betrayal had become my quiet, delicious revenge.
“Chocolate or strawberry?” I asked.
“Both!”
Perfect. I needed something sweet.
