“And others, according to Bridget,” she added.

“Bastard,” Luke spat out. “No, I hadn’t discovered those. But I assumed that because you knew about the affair with Trish, you also knew about the baby. Today, when you said you paid off the accident victims after Sean’s crash, I assumed you paid off Trish not only to keep her quiet about the affair, but also to compensate her for the baby she was carrying but Sean wasn’t here to support.”

Sarah didn’t know what to say or how to feel about any of this. “You and I need to work on our communication.”

Luke looked contrite. “I’m sorry. I wanted to leave Sean in the past and focus on our future. I didn’t want to dredge all this up with you because I thought you didn’t want to be reminded about Sean’s betrayal and the child that came from it.”

Sarah sighed out her frustration and tried to think. “That child is my sons’ sibling.”

“Their sister,” Bridget supplied. “Jamie. And I didn’t know for sure she belonged to Sean.” She turned to Luke. “Are you sure she’s his?”

Luke tucked his hands in his pockets. “When my investigator told me about her, I had him pull the birth certificate. Sean is listed as the father. I suppose she could have lied about that, but given her behavior—not asking for anything more—that wouldn’t make sense. It just doesn’t seem like she’s after money.”

“Why didn’t she ever come to me and tell me?” Sarah didn’t understand why Trish would hide it.

“I wouldn’t want to face my lover’s wife and tell her that I had her dead husband’s child.” Okay, so Bridget had a point.

Sarah needed to get her brain wrapped around this. If Sarah didn’t know about the baby, and Luke only found out through an investigation . . . She held Bridget’s gaze. “How did you know about the baby?”

“After the accident, I wondered about Trish. She loved Sean. I thought that maybe I’d reach out to her. I kinda . . . you might say . . . I stalked her on Facebook.” Bridget glanced away, then back at Sarah. “She should really keep her stuff private instead of public. Someone in the tech industry should know that.”

“Everyone should know that by now,” Sarah shot back.

Bridget frowned. “She posted pictures of a baby shower, and soon after, pictures of Jamie. She’s beautiful. Looks like Sean. And Nick,” she added. “I thought I was sure about Jamie being Sean’s, but then Trish got engaged and posted pics of the guy, the ring, and the proposal. I couldn’t ignore Jamie’s resemblance to Sean, but I didn’t want to be wrong, so I watched the Facebook account but never reached out to her.”

“That’s your niece.” Sarah thought of something else. “Does Margaret know?”

Bridget shook her head. “Since I didn’t know for sure, I didn’t say anything and risk being wrong. It would devastate her to think Sean left behind another grandchild, only to find out Jamie wasn’t his.”