At her husband’s funeral, a wife encounters a woman holding his baby

When she nodded, Patrick invited her inside. She told him she hadn’t told her parents yet because she was scared. Nancy said her father would definitely be against it and force her to terminate the pregnancy.

So she begged Patrick not to tell anyone about it and noticed how easily he succumbed to her lie.

Patrick was a responsible guy.

Nancy knew that. He held her hands and said, “I’m the child’s father, so I’ll take the responsibility for our baby.

And yes, don’t worry; this will stay between us.”

Present-day…

“I used him. I lied to him.

I wasn’t pregnant,” Nancy told Amanda.

“I was hurt, and I couldn’t stand losing him to Emma. So I told him a lie that changed everything. He was ready to step up, leave Emma, and be…a father.”

“Lies ruin everything, dear,” Amanda shook her head.

“And what after that?

Did he never find out the truth?”

“He didn’t,” Nancy revealed. “I kept up the act, the morning sickness, the whole thing.

But after a couple of months, I…I couldn’t carry on with it. So, I told him there was a mistake with the test and that the doctor was wrong.

And by then, Emma had…moved.

She was heartbroken and had left town with her parents. Patrick and I stayed together. He never went back to her, never tried to find her.

We just moved on.

Or pretended to…” Nancy added, looking at the sleeping baby in her arms. Now she knew Patrick had returned to Emma.

“And I guess it’s time to correct what I couldn’t back then,” Nancy said and rose to her feet.

She was leaving Amanda’s house with the baby when the older woman stopped her.

“What are you going to do with the baby?” Amanda asked.

Nancy turned around and smiled at Amanda.

“I will raise her as my own child. Maybe that’ll help me seek forgiveness from Patrick and Emma.”

And Nancy followed through on her words.

She raised baby Catherine with love.

When Catherine turned 16, Nancy told her everything about her past. She was expecting Catherine to hate her. And she was prepared for it.

But Catherine smiled and said, “Nothing changes how I feel about you, Mom.

You raised me.

You were there for every scraped knee, every fever, every heartbreak. You’re my mom in every way that counts.”

Nancy cried silently and hugged her daughter.

Catherine’s words had not only relieved her heart, but they’d also made her believe that Emma and Patrick had forgiven her.

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