She froze. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I saw guilt… and fear. Then she burst into tears. “I didn’t mean for it to happen,” she whispered. “It was before we were serious—before I even knew I was pregnant.”
My world shattered.
Turns out, my father had stayed with Nancy for a short time during a rough patch in my life. I thought he was just helping her out. I had no idea how deep that “help” went.
I couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t even look at the boys the same way—though I still loved them with every part of me. They were innocent. But everything else? A lie.
I moved out that night. I still see the twins. They’ll always be my family, no matter the bloodline. But Nancy and I? We’re done. And as for my father… I haven’t spoken to him since.
Lesson: Sometimes the truth comes wrapped in pain, but it sets you free. Betrayal cuts deep—but love, especially for innocent children, can rise above even the darkest revelations.
