I reached out slowly, my fingers trembling as I took the envelope from him. I tore it open. My eyes widened, and my breath caught in my throat as I read the single, shocking word written across the paper:
POSITIVE.
In that instant, everything I thought I knew crumbled around me. My world, already built on lies and betrayal, turned upside down in a way I had never imagined possible. The word “Positive” burned itself into my consciousness, a harsh declaration that the baby—this child now celebrated by Kate and James—WAS MINE. And with that realization, a tidal wave of emotions crashed over me: fury, sorrow, and a desperate need for revenge mingled with a bittersweet sense of validation.
I sank back into my chair, the room spinning as I tried to comprehend the enormity of what Damon’s revelation meant. My life, my past, and everything I had lost were now tied irrevocably to a future I could neither control nor predict. The truth had surfaced, raw and unyielding, and it left me with more questions than answers.