I lifted my chin, gripping the edge of the table to keep steady.
“Sit down, Mark,” I said, my voice like glass. “And explain. Everything. Right now.”
Mark sank into the chair across from me, his shoulders sagging as though the weight of the world pressed down on them. He couldn’t look at me. His eyes stayed fixed on the pile of receipts, bills, and crumpled children’s clothes spread across the table. For a long moment, the only sound was the relentless tick of the clock.
Finally, he dragged a hand over his face and spoke, his voice rough, almost broken.
“I never cheated on you, Linda. Please…please believe that. I love you. I love Anna. I never betrayed our marriage.”
My throat burned as I tried to swallow the fury building inside me. “Then explain this. The receipts. The clothes. The clinic bill. And our daughter, our five-year-old, telling me she has a brother? Why would you keep something like this from me?”
Mark inhaled shakily, his chest rising and falling like each breath was a battle.
“Because it’s true,” he said finally. His voice cracked. “Anna does have a brother. My son. His name is Noah.”
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