Another Woman's Son
Whose baby is he?Three months ago, Isabel Baker's life came crashing down after her husband confessed he'd fallen in love with another woman–her sister–and that they'd had a child together.Then tragedy strikes, and Isabel's sister and husband are killed, leaving baby Tony with just her sister's husband, Ben. Now Isabel is faced with a terrible decision. Telling the truth would mean taking Tony from the only father he's ever known, but how can she possibly lie?She's shocked to discover that Ben doesn't have any such qualms. He's determined to keep what remains of his family intact–no matter what. Which is why he's trying to convince Isabel that together they could make the perfect parents for Tony….
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“I would have happily divorced Will.”
After searching for a tissue, Isabel continued, “And told Faith I never wanted to see her again, but I didn’t want them dead. Do you?”
“I’m not sure.” He wasn’t sure about anything. Faith had left a note before she’d driven away with Will. She’d claimed Will had turned to her for comfort because Isabel had rejected him. If not for Isabel, they’d never have grown close enough to fall in love.
Even if that was true, was their adultery really Isabel’s fault? Shouldn’t Will have fought for his marriage? Ben had known he and Faith had problems, but he’d never considered divorce.
Shutting Isabel’s door, he walked along the side of the car. His best friend had made love with his wife and created the baby who slept in a crib down the hall.
And Isabel had known. With a few words, she could take his son for her family. He imagined himself in her place, watching her mother fall apart, her father walk around like a monolith without emotion. And Tony could make them both better.
How could he trust her? Until he knew what she was going to do, he couldn’t let her out of his sight.
Dear Reader,
Right now, in my world, family is a fragile thing. Ironically, I’ve just finished a story with the same theme, Another Woman’s Son.
The relationships in this novel are complex. Ben Jordan and Isabel Barker both knew they had problems in their marriages, but they had no idea they’d lost so much until all they had left was the small boy who binds them together. In the end, they discover that, along with the boy, they have a mutual talent to love and forgive and create a future.
As I wrote this book, I began to realize that loving and forgiving are the best gifts we can give our families, no matter how we grow or fracture or adapt. If a moment comes that requires everything we have to offer, love and forgiveness are good places to start.
I hope you’ll enjoy this story that remains with me still. I’d love to hear from you. E-mail me at [email protected].
Best wishes,
Anna Adams
To the three I lost last week:
Edith Taylor Adams
I have many mothers, but you were the one who loved me out of choice, from the day I met you. Thank you for my husband and my “brothers,” for the you in Sarah’s hands and Colin’s smart mouth and Jen’s ambition and Stevie’s willingness to always try something new. The plan still goes—if this thing with Steve doesn’t work out, you and I are always Ma and daughter. I love you.
Aunt Daisy
You were the sophisticate in our family. You plucked your eyebrows and indulged in a bit of the grape, and I hear your smoky laughter right now. I loved your stories so much, the anticipation was more than half the fun. In fact, you were a lot of the fun in my childhood. I’m missing you so.
Miranda
I wish I’d known you better. I wish you hadn’t gone. May peace find you and surround you, and may you know you are beloved.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
ISABEL BARKER LIFTED her face and blinked hard at the silver skeleton and black waterproof cloth of her umbrella. As long as she didn’t let the tears fall, she wasn’t crying.
She was a fraud. A widow who wanted to throw herself on her husband’s coffin, kicking and screaming—with rage. Each snowflake that smacked her umbrella was a drumbeat reiterating one word in her head.
Cheat. Cheat. Cheat.
She stared at the cheater’s casket. Snow decorated the improbably polished mahogany with white lace and mixed with the tears of the real mourners who clustered around Will’s open grave.
She wanted to scream the truth. Will had cheated on her. With her sister. Her sister, damn him—and damn Faith, too.
He and Faith had made a baby, despite the fact he’d always told Isabel he wasn’t ready for children. Faith and Will had been trying to run away with eighteen-month-old Tony the afternoon they’d died in a car crash. It was the only explanation for the suitcases the police had found in the wreckage. Tony, miraculously safe in his car seat, couldn’t explain.
Isabel turned her face away from Will’s coffin, grateful that her nephew had survived. She couldn’t look at her parents or at Ben Jordan— Faith’s husband. Ben had also been Will’s best friend. And Isabel’s, too.
She hadn’t looked at her family this morning when she’d seethed and mourned at her sister’s service. Three months ago, after a day in the park with Tony, Isabel had asked Will again if he was ready for a child of their own. She’d tried to explain how much she longed for their baby. Instead of his usual “I’m too busy” excuses, he’d taken a deep breath and confessed to his affair with Faith.
Isabel had stared, disbelieving as the words flew like weapons. She’d begged him to say he was lying. He had promised he’d be faithful after an earlier affair at a time when their marriage had been young and troubled. She’d forgiven him then. He’d promised, after all.
