I always thought life had a soft spot for me. Things just seemed to fall into place, one after another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I always thought life had a soft spot for me<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had a good job, a small but cozy house, and a wife I loved more than anything. And we were expecting our first child. Sometimes I\u2019d lie awake at night, wondering how I got so lucky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But lately, it didn\u2019t feel like luck anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019d started working longer hours to save up before the baby came. I thought I was doing the right thing, but every time I came home late, I could feel Sienna\u2019s mood shift.
We were expecting our first child<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her smiles turned shorter, her voice colder. When I told her I was working for our future, she\u2019d just shrug and say, \u201cIt\u2019s fine. Do whatever you want.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But it wasn\u2019t fine, and we both knew it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\u2019d started asking where I was, not once, but twice or three times in a row, like testing whether I\u2019d change my answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s fine. Do whatever you want\u201d
And when her best friend Tara was around, things only got worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tara had this habit of leaning too close, laughing too loud, touching my arm when she talked. It made my skin crawl, especially when Sienna was sitting right there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I tried to keep my distance, to stay polite but firm, though Tara seemed to enjoy pushing the line just to see how far she could go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When her best friend Tara was around, things only got worseThat afternoon, she came over again. I heard their voices from the living room while I was in my office, trying to focus on work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The laughter made it impossible. Eventually, I gave up, grabbed my empty glass, and went to the kitchen to get some water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The moment Tara saw me, she straightened up, ran her fingers through her hair, and said to Sienna, \u201cGod, your husband is so hot. You hit the jackpot, girl.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The laughter made it impossible<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYeah. Lucky me,\u201d Sienna said flatly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tara turned to me and patted the couch beside her. \u201cCome sit with us, Nolan.\u201d
\u201cCan\u2019t. Got a lot to finish tonight,\u201d I said, walking past them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I did, I heard Sienna mutter, \u201cLike always.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLucky me\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Back in my office, I slammed the door a little too hard. I sat there staring at my screen, angry but mostly confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How did trying to provide for my family make me the bad guy?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
An hour later, when Tara finally left, I stepped out. Sienna was folding a blanket on the couch. \u201cSo,\u201d I said carefully, \u201cdid you two have fun?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How did trying to provide for my family make me the bad guy?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, now you care?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s that supposed to mean?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt means you barely talk to me anymore. You\u2019re never home. You think throwing money at everything is the same as being here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, now you care?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m doing this for us,\u201d I said. \u201cFor you and the baby.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSometimes,\u201d she said quietly, \u201cI wonder if that\u2019s really what you\u2019re doing at work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s that supposed to mean?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m doing this for us\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She shook her head, walked toward the bedroom, and said over her shoulder, \u201cForget it. I\u2019m tired.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The door closed, leaving me alone in the silence that used to feel like peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Three days later, I was back at the office, trying to lose myself in work. The last few days at home had been tense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cForget it\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sienna barely spoke to me, and when she did, it felt like every word was a test I couldn\u2019t pass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was typing a report when Derek stopped by my desk. He rested a hand on my shoulder. \u201cMan\u2026 I\u2019m sorry,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I frowned. \u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMan\u2026 I\u2019m sorry\u201d
He blinked, hesitating. \u201cDamn, so you haven\u2019t seen it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSeen what?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019d better go outside.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I pushed back my chair and followed him out to the street.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDamn, so you haven\u2019t seen it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first, everything looked normal: people walking, cars passing. Then I noticed two girls across the street pointing up and laughing. I followed their gaze.
And my stomach dropped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There it was, a giant billboard, impossible to miss, towering above the intersection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There it was, a giant billboard<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHi, Nolan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Got your attention now?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I know about her, you dirty, sneaky, immoral, unfaithful, poorly-endowed slimeball. It\u2019s all on camera.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your (soon-to-be ex) wife.
P.S. I paid for this billboard with your card.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your (soon-to-be ex) wife<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For a few seconds, I couldn\u2019t breathe. My name was up there, in bold letters for the entire town to read.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What the hell was she talking about?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was no \u201cher.\u201d There had never been anyone else. Especially now, when she was carrying our baby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What the hell was she talking about?
I turned and sprinted back inside. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone and keys. Mr. Hayes, my boss, caught me at the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNolan? What\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI need to go. Please, just\u2014just let me take the rest of the day,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNolan? What\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He took one look at my face and nodded. \u201cGo. Take care of it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn\u2019t even thank him properly. I just ran.
By the time I pulled into our driveway, my chest felt like it might burst. My clothes, my tools, even my guitar, all of it was scattered across the lawn. I slammed the car door and ran to the porch, pounding on the front door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I just ran<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sienna came out, eyes swollen from crying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat the hell is this?\u201d I asked, pointing at the mess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou know exactly what this is,\u201d she snapped.
\u201cI don\u2019t!\u201d I shouted. \u201cWhy would you do this, Sienna? Why would you put that billboard up for everyone to see?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat the hell is this?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cStop lying!\u201d she screamed. \u201cI knew something was off, and now I have proof!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat proof?\u201d I demanded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She pulled out her phone, opened a video, and shoved it in my face. A man, my height, my build, wearing my jacket, sat in my car, kissing a woman I\u2019d never seen before.
\u201cI knew something was off, and now I have proof!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stared at it, numb. \u201cThat\u2019s not me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t insult me, Nolan. It\u2019s your car. Your stuff. Your face!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho sent you this?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t matter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not me\u201d
\u201cIt does,\u201d I said. \u201cWho sent it, Sienna?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She shook her head. \u201cYou lost me, Nolan. You lost us.\u201d Then she turned and went back inside, slamming the door behind her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stood there in the cold, surrounded by my life dumped on the ground. Then I gathered what I could, threw it in the back seat, and drove to my mother\u2019s house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou lost me, Nolan. You lost us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mom opened the door. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSienna kicked me out,\u201d I said, dropping my bags.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her eyebrows arched. \u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNothing. Someone set me up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSienna kicked me out\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy would anyone do that to you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know. But she won\u2019t even listen.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mom crossed her arms. \u201cI never liked that girl. She\u2019s difficult. But don\u2019t worry, we\u2019ll make sure that baby grows up with us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy would anyone do that to you?\u201d
I stared at her, disgusted. \u201cHow can you even say that?\u201d I shouted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then, mid-yell, something clicked. I realized who might\u2019ve done this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Right after the conversation with Mom, I couldn\u2019t stay in that house another second. I grabbed my keys, walked out before she could say another word, and drove straight to Sienna\u2019s house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I realized who might\u2019ve done this<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I pulled up in front of our house and knocked, the door opened a moment later. Sienna stood there in the doorway, arms crossed, face unreadable.
\u201cWhat do you want now, Nolan?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know who set me up,\u201d I said, taking a step closer. \u201cIt was Tara.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt was Tara\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She gave a short, humorless laugh. \u201cMy best friend? Really? Why would she do that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause she wants to tear us apart,\u201d I said. \u201cYou\u2019ve seen how she acts around me. She\u2019s been trying to get between us for months.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sienna shook her head. \u201cNot every woman in the world wants you, Nolan.\u201d Then she turned and went back inside.
\u201cMy best friend? Really? Why would she do that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Days passed. I stayed with Mom, hoping Tara would text me, that she\u2019d slip and reveal something, but nothing came.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I started to wonder if I was wrong. Maybe I really was losing my mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One afternoon, Mom came into the living room holding her phone. \u201cNolan, my internet stopped working again. Can you fix it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe I really was losing my mind<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I took the phone, ready to explain that she\u2019d probably just turned off the Wi-Fi. And sure enough, that was exactly it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was about to hand the phone back when I saw a new message pop up on her screen: Money received. Thanks again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Curiosity stopped me cold. I shouldn\u2019t have looked, but something in my gut told me to. I opened the thread, and what I saw made my stomach twist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Money received. Thanks again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The messages were between Mom and some man whose profile picture looked disturbingly familiar: my height, my build, even my haircut.
They\u2019d been talking for weeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They\u2019d planned everything: renting a car identical to mine, taking my clothes, filming the fake video, and sending it to Sienna.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They\u2019d planned everything<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I felt the blood drain from my face. My hands shook as I took screenshots, sending them to my own phone, then to Sienna.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stormed into the kitchen. \u201cIt was you!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mom looked up, startled. \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d
\u201cIt was you!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou set me up!\u201d I shouted. \u201cYou paid someone to pretend to be me, to kiss some random woman, to destroy my marriage!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what you\u2019re saying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI read the messages! I saw everything!\u201d I yelled. \u201cHow the hell could you come up with something like that when you can\u2019t even turn your Wi-Fi on?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou set me up!\u201d
\u201cI did it for you,\u201d she said calmly. \u201cThat woman isn\u2019t right for you. She would\u2019ve ruined your life. I saved you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stared at her, stunned. \u201cSaved me? You destroyed everything! I love her, Mom. I want to raise our child with her!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe\u2019ll leave you one day,\u201d she said coldly. \u201cShe\u2019ll take everything. The house, the baby, your peace, and you\u2019ll see I was right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat woman isn\u2019t right for you\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I couldn\u2019t take it anymore. \u201cYou\u2019re insane,\u201d I said. \u201cCompletely insane.\u201d I grabbed my jacket, slammed the door, and didn\u2019t look back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I pulled up to our house again, Sienna was already outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She looked at me, her face wet with tears, and before I could say a word, she ran into my arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019re insane\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m so sorry,\u201d she whispered. \u201cI should\u2019ve trusted you. I can\u2019t believe I listened to her\u2026 or did that stupid billboard.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I held her tight. \u201cIt\u2019s over now. It doesn\u2019t matter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI think it\u2019s the hormones\u2026 and the fear. You were gone so much, and I convinced myself you didn\u2019t love me anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m so sorry\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I brushed a tear from her cheek. \u201cI\u2019d rather die than hurt you, Sienna. You and the baby, you\u2019re everything to me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She pressed her forehead against mine. \u201cPromise me we\u2019ll be okay.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I kissed her gently. \u201cWe will. I\u2019m not going anywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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