Sins of Clair

 

Chapter 1 — Mr. Dependable

In the peaceful Jamaican community of Cedar Grove, everyone agreed on one thing:

David Sinclair was the most dependable man in town.

If someone’s car broke down, David was there.
If the church needed anything, David volunteered first.
Mothers trusted him. Fathers respected him. Kids loved him.

His wife, Marsha, never worried about him.
Not once.

He wasn’t flashy. Didn’t lime too much.
Just work-home-church-football field.

A solid man.
A rock.

A man no one would ever suspect of anything shady.

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Chapter 2 — A Strange Shift

The first sign wasn’t dramatic at all.

It started with small changes.
Barely noticeable.

David forgetting his lunch one day.
Missing choir practice the next.
Saying he was “tired” more often.

Marsha didn’t think much of it. Everybody had off days.

Then came the second shift:
David became… quieter.

Not distant, just thoughtful.
Lost in his own head sometimes.

When she asked if he was okay, he would smile:

“Mi good, babes. Just stress.”

Nothing suspicious.
Nothing to question.

But Marsha felt something… off.
Something in her gut.

Not enough to accuse.
Just enough to worry.

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Chapter 3 — The Phone Call

One evening, while David showered, his phone lit up.

A call.
Unknown number.

Marsha hesitated. She never snooped… but something nudged her.

She picked it up.

“Hello?”

A woman’s voice.
Soft. Almost panicked.

“Is David there?”

Marsha swallowed. “No… who’s calling?”

The woman paused for a long time.
Then whispered, “Just… tell him I called.”

She hung up.

Marsha stared at the screen.

She tried to dismiss it.
David knew plenty of people. Women called him all the time—for church, charity, children’s programs.

It could be anything.
ANYTHING.

And yet…
her stomach twisted.

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Chapter 4 — The Off-Key Note

At church the next Sunday, Marsha noticed something strange.

A young woman—pretty, quiet—kept glancing at David.
Not in a flirtatious way.
More like she wanted to talk to him but was afraid.

David didn’t seem to notice her at all.

Marsha tried to shake it off.
Maybe the girl was new.
Maybe she was just shy.

Still… something felt wrong.

David wasn’t acting suspicious.
If anything, he was overly normal.

Too normal.

The kind of normal that hides things.

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Chapter 5 — The Accidental Discovery

One night, David came home late—nothing unusual. He often stayed back at football practice to lock up.

He kissed Marsha on the forehead, ate dinner, and went straight to bed.

When she went to clean out his car the next morning, she found something odd:

A receipt.
From a hotel restaurant in Kingston Downtown.

That part didn’t alarm her. David sometimes met clients for work.

But two things DID:

• The receipt was timestamped at 9:47 PM

• The dinner was for two people

Her heart thumped.

She told herself to calm down.

David was incapable of cheating.
Everyone knew that.

Maybe he met a friend.
Or a coworker.
Or the football club sponsor.

But the doubt had already crept under her skin.

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Chapter 6 — The Night of Truth

Marsha didn’t plan to follow him.

But when he left that Thursday with the excuse,
“Mi haffi drop off some equipment fi the boys,”
her feet moved before her mind did.

She kept her distance.
David drove into Kingston… then into a familiar area.

Her chest tightened.

He pulled into the parking lot of the same hotel from the receipt.

Marsha gripped the steering wheel.

No.
Not David.

He sat in the car for a long time.
Too long.

Finally, he got out.

And that’s when Marsha’s breath caught—

A woman approached him.

Not young. Not flirty.
Not someone that screamed “affair.”

She was trembling, eyes red.
As if she’d been crying for hours.

David held her shoulders gently, like consoling someone who was breaking down.

They spoke quietly.

Then… the woman leaned into him.

A hug.
Long.
Desperate.

It felt innocent.
It looked emotional.
It didn’t scream cheating.

If anything… it looked like grief.

Marsha didn’t know what to think anymore.

 

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Chapter 7 — The Reveal

The next day, Marsha confronted him.

“David… who was that woman?”

His face went pale.
Not guilty pale—terrified pale.

He sat down.

“Babes… mi was going to tell you. Mi swear.”

She braced herself, breath tight.

David exhaled shakily.

“She’s… someone from mi past. Someone mi thought mi done wid forever.”

Marsha’s voice quivered. “Are you cheating?”

“No!” he said instantly. “No, Marsha. Mi would never. But… mi did lie.”

Her heart pounded.

“Lie ’bout what?”

David closed his eyes.

“She’s not a stranger…”
His voice cracked.
“She’s the mother of a child… a child mi didn’t know mi had.”

Marsha felt the world tilt.

The child wasn’t new.
The relationship wasn’t current.
But the betrayal—
the secret—
the years of hiding—

cut deeper than any affair could.

Suddenly everything made sense:

The secret calls.
The hotel meetings.
The mood shifts.
The stress.
The strange quiet.

It wasn’t another woman.

It was a child he never told her about.

A silent lie.
A shadow from the past.
A betrayal of trust, not of body.

And the woman?
She wasn’t his lover.

She was the mother begging him to step up.

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Chapter 8 — The Cliffhanger

Marsha didn’t speak for a long time.

David whispered:

“Mi shoulda tell you. Mi just… mi fraid fi lose you.”

Tears filled her eyes.

Because now she didn’t know what hurt more:

• The child…

• The lie…

• Or the fact that she still didn’t know whether this was truly the full truth.

That night, she opened his laptop.

One file sat on his desktop.

“For Marsha — When You’re Ready.”

She clicked.

Password required.

She tried his birthday.
Wrong.

Her birthday.
Wrong.

Their anniversary.
Wrong.

Her hands shook.

Then she typed: Truth.

The file opened.

And what she saw next…

made her knees buckle.

It wasn’t about the child.
It wasn’t about the woman.
It wasn’t about cheating.

It was something darker.
Something older.
Something that proved—

David’s secrets were far bigger than she ever imagined.