“Then why?” he asked.
“You know why, David.”
“Sarah don’t do this, I love you, I…”
“Liar, if you loved me, you would not have cheated on me and knocked her up.”
“Thought I didn’t know. Thought you did a great job of screwing her behind my back that I had no idea what you were doing, and to think I was going to marry you.”
“Sarah, it meant nothing. I want us to get married, I love you.”
“Is that right?”
A year later, Sarah stood outside the house she once lived in with David.
Three weeks after Sarah moved out, he moved her in and it seemed had forgotten all about her. Their baby arrived seven months later, earlier than expected. Sarah held the letter in her hand, she did not want to come back, but she had no choice, the letter told her she had to.
Hand on the door knocker, she let it fall.
The door opened and his mother opened the door, red eyed.
“Sarah, you came.”
“I had no choice,” she said through gritted teeth.
Sarah reluctantly followed her into the house, not much had changed, except the pictures on the walls, but there were none of their child.
“Sit down,” she said, ushering her to the sofa.
Memories flooded back to her, hitting her hard, harder than she expected. They were together three years before she discovered he was cheating on her with her. She could still not bring herself to say her name.
“We cannot thank you enough for coming, we understand that this is hard for you, we wanted to reach out to you when we heard…”
“Don’t please, I should have come to see you, but…”
“No, you don’t, you really don’t.”
“I hated him for doing what he did, I loved him, I did, but how could I forgive him, even now, now…”
“I understand, we do, when we found out that the baby was not even his after…after…” she began to cry, tears trickled down her cheeks.
“The baby wasn’t his?” Sarah said, looking up to his father.
“No, we wanted to take care of the child; thankfully she was not in the car he was driving when…”
“What happened?” Sarah asked, she had no idea how he died.
“An aneurysm happened, causing him to crash into the water.”
“Did he suffer?”
“No, it was quick, but Mary she drowned, she was unable to get out of the car, she…”
Sarah nodded, she wanted to feel sorry for her, but she could not find it in her heart to.
“So, how did you find out the child was not his?”
“When we went to go see our granddaughter at her mothers, this was their first night without her; they were going out to celebrate their engagement. Sorry I know you do not want to hear all this, but…”
“It’s okay; I’ve moved on, met someone new myself. He loves me and I love him and…”
“I am pleased to hear that. When we went to see the baby, because we wanted to be with her she was all we had left of our child. Her parents told us we could not see her.”
His mother cried harder.
“We asked them why, and they told us that the child was not our sons. We didn’t believe her, but the truth is, she isn’t we had her DNA tested. When we questioned them why she lied, the truth came out.”
“The truth?” Sarah leaned back on the sofa, and shook her head.
“That she wanted him for his money, for a pay-out.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know how she knew, how she found out David was left a large sum of money which he would receive when he turned twenty-five. As you know that was the same day he died.”
“I had no idea, I mean how did she?”
“I don’t know, but we now believe she trapped him with another man’s baby and would have kept up the lie, because the money was not just for him, but for his children, and the mother too.”
Sarah sighed, she had lied about moving on, how could she, she had still loved him, but she had not wanted to admit that to anyone, even herself. Every day she looked into the eyes of her babies, now a little over three months old and saw it.
Sarah had found out two days after she left David, that she too was expecting his child. Her first scan revealed she was expecting twins, she had wanted to run back to him, but could not do it, she could not bring herself to go crawling back to him.
“Sorry, I am so sorry, I wanted to tell him, but…”
“Tell him what?”
“You are grandparents,” Sarah said, pulling out a picture from her handbag. “I should have told you, but…”
Sarah nodded. “They money, I don’t want it.”
“Good, because there isn’t any, we lied.”
“We wanted to see if you too, wanted his money, pulling out a picture of these babies, they look nothing like him.”
The door to the kitchen opened, Sarah looked up her eyes wide.