Three Years Betrayed

"When I went to register my son, Cody Vantor, for medical insurance before his first year of kindergarten, I was told I wasn’t his biological mother."Are you sure this is your child? The system shows a different woman listed as the mother."I said nothing. I quietly snapped a photo of the unfamiliar home address, then followed it to the neighboring complex.When he saw me, my husband, Dorian Vantor, froze. His hand instinctively moved to block the doorway."So you found out. But making a scene won’t change anything. I haven’t treated you badly these past three years."I looked past him, and my body went cold. The woman behind him was my younger sister, Summer Walsh, fresh out of college. She handed him a glass of water and gave me an apologetic smile."Don’t blame me, Lennie. The doctor said I have postpartum depression. I can’t handle hearing a baby cry. Thank you for raising Cody for me all these years. I really am grateful."Just then, Cody, who had been waiting in the car downstairs, ran up. He rushed into Summer’s arms like it was second nature, then turned to look at me."Aunt Lenora, don’t cry. Mommy said you’re a good person. That’s why she asked you to help. Daddy said if I behave and call you ‘Mom’ at your house, I can come back on weekends to see my real Mommy.""