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Wife?

The word bounced around Maggie’s head, slid down her throat and swirled in her stomach before dropping to the bottom, like one of those penny wishing wells at Wal-Mart.

“Th-that’s impossible, I’m his wife.”

“Look. My brother’s done some pretty crummy things in his life, but he wouldn’t stoop to bigamy.”

“At least we agree on something.”

Eric had been a jerk occasionally. But he’d been a charming, loving jerk. She couldn’t believe he would do something to hurt her so badly. To hurt his son so badly.

But doubts tiptoed through her mind. He’d never really believed David was his child. And when she told him he was listed as David’s father on the birth certificate, he'd just smiled a sad little smile and kissed her gently.

No. He wouldn’t be that cruel.

“Maybe she’s mistaken? This Nancy woman.”

“Nope. I was their best man. And if there had been a divorce, I would have heard about it.”

That’s when the second shock seeped in. Everything she’d believed to be true was in jeopardy. J.D. was lying. He had to be lying.