For Three Years, I Believed My Wife Had Abandoned Me After My Accident—Then I Found Her Holding Our Son and Learned My Mother Had Told Her I Was Dead

I looked toward Chloe’s leather folder.

Then toward the closed bedroom door.

“I’ll wear black.”

My mother sighed.

“Don’t be dramatic.”

I ended the call.

Chloe stared.

“You’re still letting her arrange your life.”