Chapter 2: The Secret Megan Was Afraid to Tell
For several seconds after Megan spoke those words, I couldn’t move.
"Your mother isn’t the only person hiding something."
The sentence repeated in my head.
I looked at my wife, searching her face for an answer.
"What do you mean?"
Megan pulled the blanket closer around herself. Her fingers shook as she held onto the fabric.
"I didn’t tell you everything."
A painful silence filled the bedroom.
Outside our apartment window, the city continued moving like nothing had happened. Cars passed on the street. People walked along the sidewalk. Somewhere nearby, a train rumbled in the distance.
But inside our home, everything had changed.
"Megan," I said softly. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
She looked away.
"Can I?"
Her question hurt.
Because I knew why she asked.
For weeks, she had tried to tell me something was wrong.
And instead of listening, I let someone else convince me she was the problem.
"I failed you," I whispered.
She didn’t answer.
That silence hurt more than anger.
My mother was still standing near the bedroom door, watching us.
"Jake, you need to think carefully before you accuse anyone," she said.
I turned toward her.
The anger inside me finally broke through.
"You need to leave."
"You're making a huge mistake."
"No."
I stood up.
"The mistake was believing you before I believed my wife."
Her face tightened.
"You’re choosing her over your own mother?"
I stared at her.
"For the first time, I’m choosing the truth."
For a moment, I thought she might apologize.
I thought she might finally admit what she had done.
Instead, she crossed her arms.
"You'll regret this."
Then she walked out.
The front door slammed so hard that the picture frames on the wall shook.
Megan flinched.
That reaction broke my heart.
Even after my mother left, my wife was still afraid.
I sat beside her again.
"Tell me everything."
She took a deep breath.
"I found out something about your mother before all of this happened."
I frowned.
"What?"
"She was angry because she thought I was taking you away from her."
I knew my mother had always been protective.
But I never thought it went this far.
"Megan, she loves me."
"I know."
She looked down.
"That’s what made it harder."
She explained that after I started spending more time preparing for the baby, my mother became different.
At first, it was small things.
Comments about how I didn’t visit enough.
Questions about whether Megan really needed so much help.
Little remarks disguised as concern.
Then they became worse.
"She started telling me I wasn’t good enough for you."
My chest tightened.
"She said that?"
Megan nodded.
"She said you were successful because of her sacrifices. She said I came into your life and changed everything."
I closed my eyes.
I remembered those phone calls.
My mother always sounded worried.
Always concerned.
But now I wondered how much of it was an act.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Megan looked at me with tears in her eyes.
"Because every time I tried, she had already spoken to you first."
That stopped me.
"What?"
"Every time something happened, she called you before I could explain."
I remembered.
She was right.
Whenever Megan seemed upset, my mother already had a story ready.
She always sounded certain.
She always had an explanation.
And I listened.
"I thought you would believe her."
I reached for her hand.
"I should have believed you."
She squeezed my fingers weakly.
"Jake, there’s more."
My heart sank.
"What else?"
She hesitated.
Then she slowly lifted the blanket again.
This time, she showed me a small mark near her ankle.
"That happened two days ago."
My stomach turned.
"Your mother came back."
I felt my jaw tighten.
"Why?"
"Because she wanted me to leave you."
The room went cold.
"She told me that once the baby was born, she would make sure you had full custody."
I stared at Megan.
"She threatened you?"
Megan nodded.
"She said nobody would believe a pregnant woman who was 'unstable' and 'dramatic.'"
I felt something inside me break.
My mother had not just hurt my wife.
She had planned to destroy our family.
I stood up immediately.
"I’m calling the police."
Megan grabbed my arm.
"No."
I looked at her.
"Why not?"
Her eyes filled with fear.
"Because I’m scared."
"Of her?"
She shook her head.
"No."
A pause.
"Of what happens when she realizes she’s losing control."
I didn’t understand then.
But I would soon.
Because the next morning, someone knocked on our door.
And when I opened it, I saw a person I never expected to see.
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Someone who would reveal the truth about my mother.
Someone who knew exactly what she had done.
