— “Admit it! This child is yours, isn’t he?!” I shouted.
After a long silence, Peter finally nodded. My heart splintered. All my love, trust, and sacrifices had been reduced to ashes.
The Bitter Confrontation
A bitter laugh escaped me.
— “So all these years, I was just a puppet, while you lived a double life—husband to me, father to another woman’s child.”
Peter rushed forward, gripping my hand desperately.
— “Please… listen to me. It’s not what you think—”
I yanked my hand away, eyes blazing.
— “Not what I think? Did this baby fall from the sky?”
The silence was unbearable. My mother-in-law tried to speak, but I raised a hand. I needed the truth straight from him.
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