— “This child… belongs to Peter. We weren’t going to hide it forever, but he said… ‘Wait for the right time.’ We never thought you’d come so suddenly.”
My world shattered. His business trips, his excuses—they had all been a façade for a truth more painful than I could have imagined.
— “And the mother?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Her gaze dropped.
— “She abandoned the baby… and disappeared. Peter has been struggling alone…”
Before she could finish, the gate creaked. Familiar footsteps echoed, and Peter entered, suitcase in hand. His face paled when he saw me.
— “What are you doing here?” he stuttered.
I stood, fury blazing.
— “Your so-called ‘business trip to England’… was that just a cover so you could secretly care for your illegitimate son?”
The room turned suffocating. My mother-in-law clutched the baby, my father-in-law froze in the doorway, and sweat beaded on Peter’s forehead.
