Shattered Trust: The Heart-Wrenching Deception about Our Son

My Wife Told Me That Our 3-Year-Old Son Was Buried – A Day Later I Found Out the Horrible Truth

Although Greg and Natalie are no longer together, they still have a three-year-old child named Oliver. Greg believes they are doing a good job of co-parenting until Natalie calls to break the bad news.

I separated from my wife, Natalie, after five years of marriage. We didn’t try hard enough to salvage things after things fizzled out because we were young when we first met.

We currently reside in different states after the divorce, so flying is the fastest method to see each other. However, the fact that we have a three-year-old son named Oliver complicates matters.

It’s not enough, even if I get to spend every holiday with my son. However, I had no desire to argue with Natalie. Being friends was more important to me than having continual arguments.

Oliver had no right to live in a household where the parents were incessantly at odds. Natalie and I both thought that.

Oliver and Natalie would video call me every night before bed so he could say goodnight. It was comforting to me, and it had become our norm.

So everything was good until one day when Natalie contacted me sobbing.

She cried out into the phone, “Greg!” “Our son’s gone!”

“What?” Unable to understand anything she said, I inquired.

She said it again, “Oliver is dead.”

“What? How? What took place?” I lowered myself to the floor in my living room and requested.

“It all—” she began, but her speech was interrupted.

“What?” I asked again.

“He’s just gone, Greg.”

I will be there shortly. I’ll release the subsequent flight.”

“Never,” Natalie urged. “A ceremony has already taken place. He’s been laid to rest.”

Devastated, I hung up. How on earth could Oliver have died? Furthermore, why didn’t Natalie inform me earlier? It was nonsensical. I had a right to know whether he was ill or if anything else had happened.

And what about Oliver’s burial as a whole? Natalie could have told me, but she declined.

Unfortunately, I could only go to Natalie’s city the next day, so I purchased the next ticket. I spent the whole evening gazing at the details of the departure on my computer screen, wondering what had happened.

Oliver was my little buddy, and I couldn’t believe he was dead.

Natalie’s refusal to invite me to the funeral made me loathe her. You forgot to tell the father? How could that be? And why didn’t Natalie’s parents call me, if not because of her grief? or perhaps her recent spouse Mike?

Mike called me the next day when I was packing my baggage.

“Hello, Mike,” I said. “I’m heading there. I will arrive by tonight.”

“Greg, wait,” he murmured. “I need to tell you something.”

I was absolutely stunned by what Greg stated.

“Natalie is really insane. This was all her invention. Greg, Oliver is still alive.”

“What?” Stunned, I inquired.

Again, Mike said, “Natalie made it up.” “Oliver is with Natalie’s parents.”

It turns out that Natalie had made up a tale to try and get me to disappear from her life, while I had spent the whole night grieving for my child.

It made sense because I wouldn’t need to communicate with her if Oliver wasn’t around.

Mike said that Natalie had made it clear that she no longer wanted me to be involved in their life. Mike reported that as soon as Natalie told him, he called me, even though she begged him not to.

Now that I knew the truth, my feelings were all over the place. My kid was still alive. I was really mad with Natalie, though.

I never mentioned wanting Oliver to have sole custody, not even after the divorce. He was equally in need of us. However, will she really go to these extent to keep Oliver to herself?

After gathering the last items, I headed to the airport. I was in need of further information.

Natalie’s lips trembled and tears filled her eyes as she answered the door.

“Greg,” she let me in with a humble expression.

“How could you do that to me?” After putting my bags down in the hallway, I asked.

“I thought you would take Oli from me,” she replied.

“Why would I do that?” I enquired. That was an absurd idea.

“Because I am expecting a second child.” I was afraid that once you found out, you would take Oliver away from me. I reasoned that you would want to keep Oli with you since I would have another kid.”

Naturally shocked by her actions, Natalie began to cry.

I said, “Natalie,” realising that Mike had come in.

“Though this makes a difference, what you did is still unacceptable. If you had been sincere and honest with me, it would have been beneficial. Oliver and I would never have been parted by me. He requires our combined presence. But the untruth has wounded and infuriated me so much. I believed my son was dead for hours.”

For several minutes, Natalie would sit and cry, holding her stomach in her arms.

Subsequently, I perceived the noise of little footfalls rushing along the corridor.

“Daddy!” Oliver leaped into my arms, screaming.

I wouldn’t let him leave.

In the end, I told Natalie that my intention was not to abduct Oliver. However, I also made it clear that I would have to file a lawsuit if she did it again.

I believe that, on the one hand, I can relate to Natalie’s suffering and fear at the prospect of losing her kid. It also didn’t make sense. If I had had the chance, I would have informed her that Oliver would make a great big brother.

I’ve demanded that Natalie and I attend therapy in order to deal with any unresolved matters stemming from our divorce.

Mike has been a tremendous support system for her, and I’m appreciative that he was the one that called and gave me the straight story if someone needed to stepfather my son.

Now that I’m back at home, I’m searching for work that is closer to Oliver.

Have you been taught any falsehoods that put your life in jeopardy?