The Polar Expedition Affair
The day my husband, Reece Malcolm, reached the pole for his polar expedition, his childhood sweetheart who was sent away reappeared in his bedroom.
Everyone had kept it from me. Erica Lowell had been by his side day and night. Though Reece said he didn't want her there, he still allowed her to stay by his side for four years as his assistant.
"You have to believe me, Lucy. There's nothing between Erica and me," he used to say. Always so sure. Always so convincing.
But when he returned, it was with Erica in his arms—heavily pregnant.
"She threatened to kill herself, Lucy. I didn't have a choice," he said. "The baby's coming. I need you to raise it. You know you're the only one I've ever loved."
Four years. Four years of silence, of waiting alone in a house that never felt like home.
Now, the lawyer is hired. The assets are tallied. The divorce papers are signed and sealed. I'm done.