And said quietly:
“I know who you are. You should take your daughters back. I was already trying to figure out how to contact you. Come to this address if you want to understand everything. And after that, leave my family alone.”
My world didn’t shatter.
It tilted.
Like reality itself had shifted off its axis.
I sat in my car for fifteen minutes.
Unable to breathe.
Unable to think.
Then I drove.
To the address.
And when the door opened, the past came crashing back to life.
Pete.
“CAMILA??”
Behind him…
The woman.
Holding a baby.
And then—
The truth began to surface.
Piece by piece.
Word by word.
Like something rotting finally breaking through the ground.
“She’s their mother! Maybe it’s time they went back to her.”
The words hung in the air.
Unreal.
Impossible.
“Those girls… they’re yours. The daughters you were told died.”
And in that moment—
I knew.
Because Pete didn’t deny it with anger.
He denied it with fear.
What came next…
Was worse than grief.
Worse than loss.
It was betrayal.
Eight months of an affair.
Calculations.
Money.
Convenience.
While I lay unconscious—
He made a choice.
He chose to erase me.
Doctors.
