David had been visiting our new neighbor Lauren often, helping her with small tasks. At first, I brushed it off, but as his visits became more frequent, I grew suspicious. One day, I confronted him, but he dismissed my concerns, saying Lauren was a single mom who needed help.

Determined to find out the truth, I visited Lauren with cookies, pretending to be friendly. That’s when I saw her son, Max—he looked exactly like David. My heart raced with doubt. Could Max be his child?

Later, Lauren invited us to Max’s birthday party. Instead of confronting David, I planned to catch them in the act. On the day of the party, I had a truck dump trash on Lauren’s lawn, exposing my suspicions.

David, confused, revealed a surprise—a cake that said, “Happy Anniversary, Sarah.” Shocked, I fled, ashamed of my mistake.

Days later, Lauren found me and explained everything. David wasn’t cheating; Lauren was his sister. He had been helping her escape an abusive relationship. Max was his nephew, not his son.

I realized my jealousy had clouded my judgment. Reunited with David, we laughed with Lauren and Max, finally celebrating our anniversary and a fresh start for all of us.