Chapter 15
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"Now I want the truth," Nolan's voice was controlled but insistent. "Why keep this from me for five years?"
I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "When I found out I was pregnant, you were already with Emma. I didn't want to complicate your new relationship."
Nolan's brow furrowed. "With Emma? What are you talking about?"
"Please don't act innocent," I said with a sad smile. "I saw the photos of you and Emma at the Grand Hotel... together. That was what finally broke me."
Nolan's mask of indifference cracked completely, genuine shock spreading across his face. "What photos? I was never involved with Emma before our divorce."
I stared at him, confused. "But I saw them with my own eyes. You and Emma in a hotel suite, embracing, kissing."
"That's impossible!" Nolan's voice rose sharply. "Chloe, I never cheated on you. Not once!"
His reaction stunned me. Nolan had never been able to fake emotions—his shock seemed completely genuine.
"Who showed you these supposed photos?" Nolan demanded, his eyes intense.
"Emma," I said quietly, my mind racing. "She told me you two had been seeing each other for months. The photos were her proof."
The color drained from Nolan's face. "Emma showed you fake photos of us together?"
I nodded, a sickening realization dawning. "Are you saying those photos were manipulated?"
"They had to be!" Nolan's voice trembled with suppressed rage. "Chloe, I never betrayed our marriage. Never."
After a heavy silence, Nolan asked quietly, "Why didn't you confront me? Why believe Emma over your own husband?"
His question stung, but it was fair. "Because you were always working late, constantly traveling, growing more distant every day. I thought you'd fallen out of love with me. When Emma showed up with those photos, it just... confirmed my worst fears."
Nolan's face crumpled with pain. "I was working on a massive project—I wanted to surprise you. I was planning to take you on a world tour once it was finished, to make up for all the time I'd missed. I never thought you'd misinterpret everything so completely."
His words hit me like a physical blow. "A world tour? But you never said anything..."
"Because it was meant to be a surprise," Nolan said with a bitter smile. "But before I could finish, you handed me divorce papers."
"And..." Nolan continued, his voice raw with pain, "Emma showed me photos too—of you with another man. She told me you'd been unfaithful. The images looked so convincing that I... I just fell apart."
I gasped in horror. "What? Those had to be fake too!"
"I realize that now," Nolan said, anguish in his voice. "But at the time, with you suddenly wanting out and those damning photos... I believed the worst. Emma swooped in when I was at my lowest, and I just... gave up."
My heart felt like it was being torn apart. "So all of this—our entire divorce—was based on a lie?"
We stared at each other, the weight of five wasted years hanging between us—five years stolen by Emma's calculated deception.
