A Truth Worse Than Betrayal
The meaning of his words settled over me slowly. It wasn’t only that Maren had been innocent—it was that I had been steered into believing otherwise, and that I had chosen convenience over trust at the very moment when patience might have changed everything.
“There’s one more thing,” Gideon added carefully. “The twins’ birth certificates list Maren as the sole parent. There is no father recorded.”
The implication struck harder than any accusation ever had.
Maren had carried and given birth to our children alone—without my presence, without my support—while I moved forward with engagement plans and corporate expansions, convinced that I was the one who had been betrayed.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
Finally, I let out a slow breath.
“I need to see her.”
Gideon nodded.
“I can arrange it quietly.”
