I Gave Up My Family for My Paralyzed High School Sweetheart – 15 Years Later, His Secret Destroyed Everything
“Mom?” I said.
She whipped around.
My hands shook as I took the papers from my mother.
For a second, something like pain crossed her face.
Then the anger snapped back.
“Sit down,” she said. “You need to know who he really is.”
My husband looked at me with wet eyes.
“Please,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”
I flipped through it, my brain trying to catch up.
My hands shook as I took the papers from my mother.
They were printed emails. Old messages. A police report.
The date of the accident.
The route.
An address that was not his grandparents’ house.
My stomach rolled.
Jenna’s name.
I flipped through it, my brain trying to catch up.
There were messages between him and Jenna from that day.
“Can’t stay long,” he’d written. “Got to get back before she suspects.”
“Drive safe,” she’d replied. “Love you.”
“Tell me she’s lying.”
My stomach rolled.
“No,” I whispered.
My mom’s voice was sharp.
“He wasn’t driving to his grandparents that night,” she said. “He was driving home from his mistress.”
I looked at my husband.
“I was young and selfish.”
“Tell me she’s lying,” I said.
He didn’t. He just started crying.
“Before the accident,” he said, voice cracking, “it was… it was stupid. I was stupid. Jenna and I… it was a few months, that’s all.”
“A few months,” I repeated.
He swallowed.
“I thought I loved you both,” he said miserably. “I know how that sounds. I was young and selfish.”
“So the night of the accident, you were driving home from her.”
He nodded, eyes squeezed shut.
“I was leaving her place when I hit the ice. Spun out. Woke up in the hospital.”
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