The Woman Who Was Supposed to Be Dead

My husband, Jake, had been acting **strangely for weeks.**

Just a **week ago**, he was talking about **baby names**, renovating the **nursery**, and planning our future. We had two beautiful kids, and he was the one who was eager to have a third.

Then **suddenly**, out of nowhere, he said:

**“Let’s hold off on having another baby.”**

It hit me like a brick. His tone was distant. Cold. Like a switch had flipped overnight.

I tried to **brush it off**, convincing myself he was just stressed. He did mention a **business trip** coming up—**hundreds of miles away.** So when he left that morning, kissing me on the forehead and saying, *“I love you,”* I told myself it was fine.

But later that evening, as I was **driving home** from the grocery store with my kids, my gut suddenly **told me to take a different route.** I don’t know why. Something inside me screamed, *“Go this way.”*

And that’s when I saw it.

A **small roadside motel**—the kind where no one stays unless they’re hiding something. And in the parking lot?

**My husband’s car.**

I **froze.** My kids were in the backseat playing, and my heart **hammered in my chest.** He was supposed to be **hundreds of miles away.** So why was his car here?

**I parked nearby and waited.**

Ten minutes passed. My pulse raced. My mind spun with possibilities. *Maybe it’s a misunderstanding. Maybe he’s meeting a client…*

And then, I saw him.

**Jake.**

He walked out of the motel… **with someone.** My stomach dropped. I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white.

**I was ready to see another woman.** A mistress. Some blonde bimbo. Someone I could confront, scream at, and throw hands with.

But when I saw who he was with…

**I almost crashed my car.**

It was **her.**

**The woman who died two years ago.**

**Jake’s ex-fiancée.**

**The woman who supposedly died in a car accident.**

My vision blurred, my breath hitched. *How the hell is she alive?*

She looked very much alive, clutching his arm, **laughing like she was still his fiancée.**

Jake? He looked *happy*. Relieved. Like he wasn’t a husband and father. Like he never moved on.

I watched in disbelief as he **kissed her.** On the lips. Deeply. Passionately. Like *I* never existed. Like our marriage was a joke.

I wanted to throw up. My heart shattered into a million pieces.

**He knew she was alive.**

And he was **living a double life.**

I pulled my phone out, my hands shaking, and snapped **photos**. **Evidence.**

Then, I followed them. They went to a small diner nearby. I watched them through the window. Jake **held her hand**, **kissed her palm**, and talked about their *future*.

**“I can’t wait until we can tell everyone you’re alive,”** he said.

I almost screamed.

**So that’s why he didn’t want another baby.** Because he planned to LEAVE ME. For her. His “dead” fiancée.

I couldn’t stay quiet.

I pulled out my phone and did something I never thought I’d do. **I called his mother.**

**Me:** *“Hey, did Jake call you today?”*
**His mom:** *“No, sweetie. Isn’t he out of town?”*
**Me:** *“Actually… no. He’s here. With Emily.”*
**His mom:** *“I’m sorry… what did you say?”*

**Silence.**

And then she screamed through the phone.

**“EMILY’S DEAD! I BURIED HER! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?”**

I couldn’t answer. I was too busy watching Jake and Emily walk out of the diner—**her belly slightly rounded.**

Oh my god.

**She’s pregnant.**

With **his baby.**

My hands went cold. My vision blurred. **He was planning to start a new life with a woman who was supposed to be DEAD.**

And now I knew exactly what I had to do.

He thought I’d stay quiet. But he had no idea what was coming.

**I wasn’t just about to confront him—I was about to destroy his entire double life.**