The Shocking Truth
We met in a quiet café. Vanessa looked worn.
“Why now?” I demanded.
“I couldn’t live with the guilt,” she whispered. “At the time Aiden was conceived, I had an affair. He’s not your biological son.”
The words hit like a knife.
“We need a DNA test,” I insisted.
The wait was torture. When the results came, my stomach sank: I wasn’t Aiden’s biological father.
