Then Rebecca leaned forward slightly, her voice cutting like a knife.
"She showed me the truth. She showed me the life you've been living while we sat in silence, hoping. She showed me how you've been out there, wining and dining, acting like a king while your own child wondered if she even had a father. I knew deep down, Samuel. I always knew. But I kept pretending. I kept making excuses for you, telling myself you were doing it for us… for our future. But that was a lie I told myself because I still believed in the man I thought you were."
She scoffed, her throat tight with unshed tears. "Do you know how many women you've been with, Samuel? Do you? Because I don't. I lost count. And that's the part that burns the most. You didn't just neglect us… you erased us. You lived as though we were nothing more than a bad memory."
