She studied me.
“I wondered what you’d look like.”
I almost smiled.
“I wondered what you’d look like too.”
She laughed softly.
“I suppose neither of us got what we expected.”
“No.”
She looked at me.
“You’re still wearing your wedding ring.”
I looked down.
“So are you.”
She glanced at her own hand.
A thin gold band rested on her finger.
“Jeremy bought it at Walmart.”
I didn’t know what to say.
She smiled again.
“He wanted something simple.”
“Did you love him?”
The question escaped before I could stop it.
Lacey didn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
The answer hurt.
Even though I had expected it.
Even though she was dying.
Even though twenty-two years had passed.
“Yes,” she repeated.
“I never stopped.”
I looked toward the window.
Outside, Nashville moved like nothing in the world had changed.
Cars.
People.
Traffic.
Life.
Meanwhile, two women who had once wanted the same man were sitting beside a hospital bed trying to understand what he’d done.
“Did he love you?” I asked.
Lacey looked down.
“He loved who I was when we were young.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“No.”
She took a breath.
“It’s the only honest answer I have.”
I looked at her.
“Then why marry him?”
She closed her eyes.
“When I got sick, I was terrified.”
Her voice became quieter.
“I wasn’t afraid of dying at first.”
“What were you afraid of?”
“Dying alone.”
I said nothing.
“My parents were gone. My brother lived in Arizona. My friends had families of their own. I had nobody who would sit beside me during chemotherapy.”
She looked toward the window.
“Then Jeremy found me.”
“Found you?”
“We ran into each other at the hospital.”
I frowned.
“Before that?”
“No.”
She smiled faintly.
“I didn’t even know he was still married.”
My chest tightened.
“He told you?”
“Eventually.”
“Eventually?”
“He didn’t tell me the first day.”
She looked at me.
“He told me after I asked him why he kept coming back.”
I swallowed.
“And you still wanted him?”
“Yes.”
There was no shame in her voice.
No apology.
Just truth.
“I told him he needed to go home to his wife.”
I looked at her.
“You told him that?”
“Several times.”
I didn’t expect that.
“He refused.”
“Why?”
“He said he couldn’t leave me alone.”
I looked down at my hands.
“And the marriage?”
Lacey sighed.
“I asked him to do it.”
“You asked him to become a bigamist?”
Her eyes dropped.
“Yes.”
The word sat between us.
“I knew it was wrong.”
She swallowed.
“But I was dying.”
I couldn’t answer.
“I told myself I had already lost everything.”
She looked at her wedding ring.
“So I asked him for one thing.”
“What?”
“To let me die as his wife.”
I stared at her.
“And he agreed.”
“He did.”
“Did you know about me?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“From the beginning.”
My stomach twisted.
“He told you everything?”
“Not everything.”
“What did he tell you?”
She hesitated.
“He told me you were his wife.”
I laughed bitterly.
“That’s a pretty important thing to leave out.”
“He also told me he loved you.”
That stopped me.
I looked at her.
“What?”
“He said you were his family.”
I didn’t know what to do with that.
Lacey continued.
“He said you had been there for him for twenty years. That you knew every scar on his hands. Every habit. Every stupid joke.”
A tear rolled down her cheek.
“And he said he was grateful for you.”
I looked away.
I didn’t want to cry.
Not in front of her.
Not after all these years.
“Then why did he do it?”
She looked at me.
“Because I asked him to.”
“That doesn’t make it right.”
“No.”
Her voice was firm.
“It doesn’t.”
I nodded.
“Did you ever sleep with him?”
The question made the room go completely silent.
Lacey looked directly at me.
“No.”
I hadn’t expected the answer.
“No?”
“No.”
She shook her head.
“He slept in a chair beside my bed most nights.”
I closed my eyes.
All those Tuesdays.
All those nights I had imagined the worst.
The truth was somehow stranger.
“I thought he was cheating.”
“He was.”
I opened my eyes.
She continued.
“Not physically.”
She looked at her hands.
“But emotionally?”
She gave a sad little smile.
“Yes.”
That was the truth I couldn’t escape.
Even if he hadn’t touched her.
He had built another life.
He had given someone else a part of himself.
And he had hidden it from me.
“I hate you,” I whispered.
Lacey nodded.
“I know.”
“I don’t even know if I mean it.”
“I know that too.”
I stood.
“I need to go.”
She didn’t stop me.
I walked toward the door.
Then she said my name.
“Jill?”
I stopped.
“Jeremy isn’t the reason I asked you to come.”
I turned.
“Then why?”
She reached beneath her pillow.
She pulled out a small envelope.
“My lawyer told me I needed to give this to you.”
I stared at it.
“What is it?”
“Something Jeremy doesn’t know about.”
My heart began beating faster.
I walked back.
She handed me the envelope.
My name was written across the front.
Jill.
Nothing else.
“What’s inside?”
“Read it after you leave.”
“Why?”
“Because if you read it here, you’ll ask me questions.”
“And you don’t want me to?”
“I want you to ask them.”
She smiled.
“But not until you’re somewhere you can scream.”
I took the envelope.
It was heavier than it should have been.
“Lacey.”
“Yes?”
“Why are you doing this?”
She looked at me for a long time.
“Because twenty-two years ago, I hated you.”
I didn’t move.
“I hated you for taking him.”
She swallowed.
“And then I spent twenty years wondering if I had been wrong about you.”
I couldn’t speak.
She continued.
“Then I got sick.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“And Jeremy told me the truth.”
“What truth?”
“That you weren’t the villain.”
I stared at her.
“What?”
“He told me what happened.”
“What happened?”
Lacey’s voice dropped.
“He told me you didn’t steal him.”
I felt something inside me crack.
“He chose you.”
I sat down again.
Lacey watched me carefully.
“He said I left for Nashville because I was angry.”
I shook my head.
“That isn’t what everyone thought.”
“I know.”
“He said you didn’t break us.”
She looked at me.
“I did.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Why?”
She closed her eyes.
“Because I was pregnant.”
My entire body went cold.
“What?”
She opened her eyes.
“I was pregnant when I left.”
The room seemed to tilt.
“Jeremy knew?”
“Yes.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“Then why didn’t he tell me?”
“Because the baby died.”
I stared at her.
“When?”
“Eight weeks.”
I covered my mouth.
“I had a miscarriage after I got to Nashville.”
She wiped her cheek.
“I didn’t tell Jeremy.”
“Why?”
“Because I was angry.”
She gave a sad smile.
“I blamed him. I blamed you. I blamed myself.”
I looked down.
All those years.
All that history.
And I had never known.
“Then why did he tell you about it?”
“He didn’t.”
She paused.
“I found out years later.”
“How?”
“His mother.”
I remembered Jeremy’s mother.
Evelyn.
She had died twelve years ago.
I had always liked her.
She had been the one person in his family who never made me feel like an outsider.
“She knew?”
“Yes.”
I stared at Lacey.
“She told you?”
“She found me.”
I felt dizzy.
“Why?”
“To apologize.”
“For what?”
Lacey looked toward the window.
“She said Jeremy blamed himself for losing the baby.”
My heart broke in a way I didn’t understand.
I had known my husband for twenty-two years.
And suddenly there were entire rooms inside him I had never entered.
“Why didn’t he tell me?”
“Because he was ashamed.”
“That doesn’t explain twenty-two years.”
“No.”
She looked at me.
“It doesn’t.”
A knock came at the door.
We both turned.
Jeremy stood there.
His face was pale.
His eyes were red.
He looked at me.
Then at Lacey.
Then at the envelope in my hand.
His entire expression changed.
“Jill.”
I stood.
“You knew.”
He swallowed.
“Yes.”
“You knew she was pregnant?”
“Yes.”
“You knew she had cancer?”
“Yes.”
“You knew she wanted to marry you?”
“Yes.”
“And you thought I didn’t deserve to know?”
He looked at me.
“I thought you deserved to keep your life.”
I laughed.
“That’s what you call three years of lying?”
“I know.”
“No.”
I stepped toward him.
“You don’t know.”
My voice broke.
“You don’t know what it feels like to discover your husband has another marriage because you went to get a copy of your own.”
He looked down.
“I never stopped being your husband.”
“You don’t get to decide that.”
Lacey closed her eyes.
“Please.”
We both looked at her.
She was crying.
“I don’t have enough time for the two of you to spend all of it fighting.”
Jeremy went to her bedside.
He took her hand.
I watched.
There was tenderness there.
Real tenderness.
And for the first time, I realized something painful.
He loved her.
Maybe not in the way I feared.
Maybe not instead of me.
But he loved her.
And she loved him.
That didn’t erase what he had done to me.
It just made the truth more complicated.
I held up the envelope.
“What is this?”
Jeremy looked at it.
His face went white.
“Lacey.”
She looked at him.
“I told you I would.”
He shook his head.
“You promised.”
“I promised I’d wait.”
She looked at me.
“I can’t wait anymore.”
Jeremy stepped toward me.
“Jill, please don’t open that here.”
I looked at him.
“What is in it?”
He didn’t answer.
“Jeremy.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“It’s the reason I married her.”
I stared at him.
“I already know why.”
“No.”
He shook his head.
“You don’t.”
I looked at Lacey.
She nodded.
“Open it.”
My fingers trembled as I tore the envelope.
Inside was a single folded document.
I opened it.
The first line made my knees weak.
LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF LACEY MARIE TOLLEY.
I looked at her.
Then at Jeremy.
She whispered,
“Keep reading.”
I did.
And the first sentence beneath her signature changed everything I thought I knew about the last twenty-two years.
PART 5
The first sentence beneath her signature changed everything I thought I knew about the last twenty-two years.
“I leave my entire estate, including my Nashville property, investment accounts, and life insurance proceeds, to Jill Marie Tolley.”
I stopped breathing.
I read it again.
Then again.
My eyes went to the bottom of the page.
There was Lacey’s signature.
There was a witness signature.
There was an attorney’s seal.
Everything was real.
I looked at her.
“What is this?”
Lacey smiled weakly.
“My apology.”
I shook my head.
“I don’t want your money.”
“It isn’t about the money.”
“Then what is it about?”
She looked at Jeremy.
“He wouldn’t tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
Lacey took a slow breath.
“The house.”
My stomach tightened.
“What house?”
“The house in Nashville.”
I looked at Jeremy.
He wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“What house?”
Lacey answered.
“The one you thought Jeremy was helping his friend buy.”
I stared at my husband.
“The side job?”
He closed his eyes.
“Yes.”
My mouth fell open.
“The Tuesday trips?”
“Yes.”
“The money?”
“Yes.”
I took a step backward.
“How much?”
Neither answered.
“How much, Jeremy?”
He whispered,
“Two hundred and eighty thousand dollars.”
I laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because my mind couldn’t find another way to process it.
“Two hundred and eighty thousand dollars?”
“It wasn’t stolen.”
“I didn’t ask whether it was stolen.”
My voice rose.
“I asked how much.”
“Every dollar was accounted for.”
“From where?”
“Lacey.”
I looked at her.
She nodded.
“I sold my house.”
I stared.
“What?”
“My Nashville house.”
She took another breath.
“I had bought it years ago. When I got sick, I sold it. Jeremy helped me manage everything.”
“Why?”
“Because I knew I wasn’t going to need it.”
She looked at me.
“And because I knew you and Jeremy had a mortgage.”
I shook my head.
“No.”
“You need to hear me.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
Her voice was suddenly stronger.
“You’ve spent twenty-two years believing you took everything from me.”
I couldn’t speak.
“I wanted to give something back.”
I looked at the will again.
“I don’t want this.”
“I know.”
“Then why leave it to me?”
“Because I don’t have children.”
She looked at Jeremy.
“And because Jeremy told me something.”
“What?”
“He said you never stopped helping other people.”
I almost laughed.
“I work at a warehouse.”
“You worked overtime when your neighbor had surgery.”
I stared at her.
“You paid your nephew’s college deposit.”
My eyes widened.
“How do you know that?”
“Jeremy told me.”
I looked at him.
“You talked about me?”
He nodded.
“All the time.”
“Then why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“Because every time I tried, I was ashamed.”
I shook my head.
“You should have been.”
“I know.”
That was the first time he didn’t defend himself.
He simply accepted it.
Lacey continued.
“I don’t want you to spend the rest of your life wondering if I took your husband.”
I looked at her.
“You didn’t.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“No.”
She smiled.
“You did.”
The words hurt.
But they were true.
“You were his wife first.”
She shook her head.
“No.”