I can’t accept this

Maya stood by the hospital bed with tired eyes. Jamie was sitting up now, laughing and holding Lena’s hand. His cheeks were still a little pale, but he looked much better. He looked happy.

“I want Auntie Lena to stay with us!” Jamie said excitedly.

Maya’s body tensed. She looked at him, then at Lena, who was smiling softly. “You need rest, Jamie,” Maya said gently. “We’ll talk about this later.”

Jamie pouted. “No! I want her to come home with us. Please, Mommy!”

Maya opened her mouth to speak, but Daniel stepped in quickly. “It might be good for him, Maya,” he said in a calm voice. “Just for a few days. Lena’s been helpful.”

Maya looked at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Jamie clearly feels safe with her. That’s important right now.”

Jamie held Lena’s hand tighter. “She tells me fun stories. And she makes my medicine taste like strawberry!”

Maya forced a smile, though her stomach twisted. “Jamie, Mommy can take care of you too.”

“But Auntie Lena’s fun!” he whined.

Daniel looked at Maya and said softly, “Just for a few days, okay? You’ve been stressed too. Maybe this will help.”

Maya didn’t answer at first. Her heart said no, but her son was already smiling again. After a long pause, she gave in.

“Fine,” she said. “But only for a short while.”

Jamie clapped his hands. “Yay! Auntie Lena is coming home!”

Lena gave Maya a small, careful smile. “Thank you, Maya. I promise to help in any way I can.”

⸻

The next few days passed quickly. Lena moved into the guest room and began helping with Jamie’s care. At first, Maya didn’t complain. Jamie was still recovering, and Lena was gentle with him—reading stories, cooking special meals, and making sure he took his medicine.

But once Jamie was healthy again, Maya began to notice strange changes.

Jamie stopped asking Maya to tuck him in at night. Instead, he ran straight to Lena’s room and begged to sleep beside her.

He used to share his treats with Maya. Now he only gave them to Lena. One afternoon, Maya made his favorite banana cookies. But Jamie pushed them away.

“Auntie Lena’s cookies taste better,” he said simply.

Maya felt like she’d been slapped.

Even his clothes became different. Jamie had always liked bright colors and silly cartoon shirts. But suddenly, he only wanted to wear the clothes Lena picked out—more mature outfits that didn’t feel like him.

“This matches better,” Jamie said when Maya offered him a red T-shirt. “Auntie Lena said so.”

Maya swallowed her pride and tried to speak to Daniel.

“She’s taking over, Daniel,” Maya said one evening while Jamie was playing. “He’s starting to forget I’m his mother.”

Daniel looked up from his laptop. “You’re overthinking it.”

“I’m serious,” she said. “He sleeps in her room, he copies her clothes, he calls her Mommy sometimes—”

“He’s just confused,” Daniel said quickly. “It’ll pass. Kids go through phases.”

“No, Daniel. This isn’t a phase. This is a problem.”

He sighed. “Maya, Lena has training in child behavior. She knows what she’s doing.”

Maya’s jaw tightened. “So, you’re saying I don’t?”

“I didn’t say that,” he replied calmly. “But she’s here to help. That’s what matters.”

Maya walked out of the room before her anger boiled over. She felt invisible—like no one in the house saw her anymore.

⸻

A week later, Maya focused her energy on something else—their wedding anniversary.

She remembered Daniel once admiring a silver cuff bracelet at a jewelry store. It had a simple design with a small blue gem in the center. He’d said it reminded him of his late grandfather.

Maya decided to buy it as a quiet surprise.

One afternoon, while Jamie was with Lena, Maya went to the same high-end jewelry store downtown.

She was looking at bracelets when she suddenly heard a voice behind her—a familiar laugh. She froze.

Turning slowly, Maya saw Lena walking into the store, holding Jamie’s hand.

They hadn’t seen her yet.

Lena was dressed in a sleek white blouse and cream trousers, her hair tied back neatly. She looked confident and graceful—too confident.

Maya stepped aside, hiding behind a tall display. She watched as Lena and Jamie approached the counter.

The staff at the store lit up with smiles. “Ah, welcome back, Mrs. Roberts!” one woman said cheerfully. “And this must be your son! Such a handsome little boy.”

Maya’s breath caught in her throat.

Mrs. Roberts?

Lena smiled politely. “Thank you. He’s a handful, but he’s my whole world.”

The staff giggled. “He looks so much like your husband!”

“Oh no,” Lena said softly. “He looks more like his father, not me.”

Maya felt dizzy. She stepped a little closer, trying to hear more.

Jamie tugged at Lena’s arm. “Mommy, can I pick something for Daddy?”

Lena knelt beside him. “Of course, sweetheart.”

Maya’s heart nearly stopped.

Did he just call her Mommy?

The staff didn’t even blink. “He’s so sweet,” one of them said. “You make a beautiful family.”

Lena blushed, but didn’t correct them.

They began showing Lena a display of expensive bracelets—the very same one Maya had come to buy.

Maya couldn’t take it anymore.

She walked out of the store quickly, her mind spinning. She had felt it before—the distance, the confusion in her son’s heart—but now it was real.

They were replacing her. Slowly, carefully, and without her even realizing it.

⸻

That evening, Maya waited by the window, watching the driveway. Her fingers were curled into fists, and her heart was full of fire.

The door opened. Lena walked in with Jamie, both of them laughing.

Jamie saw her and frowned. “What?”

Maya stepped forward, trying to keep calm. “Jamie, can we talk?”

But Jamie ran past her. “No. I’m tired.”

Maya turned to follow, but he pushed her hand away. “Stop it! I want Auntie Lena!”

He ran back to Lena and hugged her tightly. “Can you tell me a story?”

Lena smiled and patted his head. “Of course.”

Maya stood frozen.

That night, she couldn’t sleep. Her chest felt heavy, her mind full of questions. How had things gotten this far? How could her son—her baby—look at her like she was a stranger?

When she heard Daniel’s car pull into the driveway around 9 p.m., she stood up from the couch and waited.

The door opened, and he stepped in, looking tired.

“Daniel,” Maya said. “We need to talk. Alone.”

He looked at her curiously, then nodded.

“Alright,” he said. “Let’s talk.”

They walked into the study and closed the door behind them.