"Laia, wait," I said as I followed her into the bedroom. "What do you mean he killed your mother? Can you please explain?" She let out a sigh as she sat down on the bed, her gaze seemed distant as she spoke. "My mother was a kind and gentle woman, but my father was never satisfied with her. He always wanted more, more money, more power, more prestige. He would constantly belittle and berate her. He also used to get angry that my mother never gave birth to a son. It took a toll on her mental and emotional well-being. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore and took her own life. I was only six years old at the time." I was filled with a mixture of anger and sadness as I heard her story. "Are you telling me this happened when we were in first grade?" I asked in shock and disbelief. "Yes, it was coincidentally before you suddenly bit me just because I don't want to play with you," she replied as she smiled bitterly, her eyes still distant as she remembered the past. "I'm so sorry, La

As I leaned into her shoulder, I felt her tense up, her body stiffening in response to my presence. I knew that my words were falling on deaf ears, as I had already missed my chance to make things right. The past was set in stone, and there was nothing I could do to change it. I couldn't take back the hurtful things I had said and done, and I was left to face the consequences of my actions. "I know that you may not trust me right now. I'm not asking for forgiveness or for you to believe me. I just want to express my sincerest apologies for hurting you in the past," I said, my voice filled with remorse as I met her gaze, trying to convey the depth of my regret. "I don't know if it still matters now, but back then, I didn't hate you. I have been just sad because I thought of you as my only friend. And I already knew it was you who wrote the letter I showed you. Your handwriting is quite unique, it would have been hard for you to deny it," she said, smiling at me as she climbed into bed

I couldn't believe what I was reading. My mind raced as I thought about the implications of this news.My heart pounded in my chest upon reading the message from Tiffany as I imagined the possibility of her son being my own. I had always hoped for the test results to come back negative, but deep down I knew that I needed to know the truth for me to take the correct course of action without hurting my pregnant wife. The thought of potentially having a child with another woman made me feel guilty and uncertain about my future. I couldn't help but feel nervous as I thought about the impending confirmation of my paternity and the implications it would have on my life.I knew that this was going to be a problem. I had been trying to avoid thinking about Tiffany's return, but now it was happening, and I didn't know how to react. I felt a mix of emotions, from guilt to sadness to worry. I didn't know what to say to Laia, who was sitting across from me. I tried to steady my br

As we stepped out of the building, I could not help but notice the envious glances from her colleagues. We made our way to a cozy Italian restaurant that I had made reservations at. The aroma of freshly baked bread and herbs wafted through the air as we entered, making my stomach growl with hunger.Once Laia and I were seated, I ordered a pitcher of fresh lemon juice and appetizers for us to share. The dishes arrived within minutes of placing our order, but the pasta and steak that we had ordered were still being prepared. I had wanted to order a steak for Laia, but she had mentioned not wanting to eat meat due to her morning sickness."Are you sure you don't want to order anything else?" I asked, concern etched on my face as I noticed her pale complexion and the dark circles under her eyes."I’m fine. Don't worry too much," she reassured me with a subtle smile as she sipped her juice.I had something on my mind that I wanted to talk to her about, b

My mind was filled with a whirlwind of emotions as I struggled to process the impact of her words. It was a foreign feeling to me, as Laia had always been distant in our conversations, keeping a careful distance between us.But today, everything felt different. Her words echoed in my head, ringing with truth and conviction. I felt a warmth in my chest, as if her trust in me was a beacon of hope in the midst of the chaos and confusion that had consumed my life.As I approached the nurse's station, I couldn't help but reflect on the events that had led me to this point. The sudden appearance of a child claiming to be mine, and the subsequent questions that followed. And now, my wife's unwavering trust in me, even in the face of all the uncertainty.I felt a mix of gratitude and fear as I confirmed Laia's schedule with the nurse. Gratitude for having someone who believed in me, even when the world seemed to be against me, and fear of letting her down. But I was det