Five Years of Lies: My Wife, Our Marriage, and Another Man's Child
For the hundredth time, my dad hints at us that he really wants to become a grandfather during New Year Eve's dinner.
Lydia Cooper, my wife who has insisted on living a childless life for the past decade, just smiles before placing more food on his plate.
After dinner, she ducks out to the balcony and murmurs into her phone, "Be good, now. Mommy will visit you a few days later."
I can feel my blood running cold in my veins as I stand in the living room with a glass of water.
As I approach Lydia, I do my best to keep my voice light and teasing.
"I just heard you say the word 'mommy.' Do you have an illegitimate child out there somewhere?"
Lydia rubs her nose, her tone now awkward. "You might be hearing things. It was just my friend's child…"
My heart plunges into my stomach pit at her words.
I've been in love with Lydia for ten years. It's only natural that I know how she acts whenever she's lying.