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    The originals were locked away in his study. The digital ones never left his phone.


    “See for yourself.”


    Elissa closed her eyes for a moment, then looked down at the screen.


    She didn’t understand all the terminology, but the results were clear.


    “Biological mother and son.”


    “Biological father and son.”


    When she looked up again, her eyes were ssy with tears. But her brows were still furrowed.


    She simply couldn’t make sense of it.


    “I don’t understand,” she whispered. She looked at him, then pointed at herself. “Did we know each other before?”


    Locke was already four… That meant they must have met five years ago and had sex.


    “But five years ago, I never even met you.”


    “Elissa.” Ernest held her gaze, his voice low. “We did meet.”


    He shut his eyes, drawing in a slow breath before speaking again. “Do you remember… your wedding night? You went into the wrong room—and ended up in bed with a stranger.”


    That night of Elissa’s wedding… that stranger she had sex with… the memory surged back, unbidden.


    Her body went rigid, every nerve taut as she locked eyes with Ernest, unblinking.


    Ernest held her gaze, his voice steady and measured. “I’m… the man from that night.”


    Elissa’s breath caught, her eyes widening with disbelief. Shock splintered through her.


    She clenched her eyes shut, fragments of that night flooding her mind—the dark room, feverish heat, two people tangled together…


    “Elissa.” Ernest reached for her trembling hand. “I’m so sorry… for everything. From now on, I’ll be there for you and Locke. We’ll be a true family, the three of us.”<fned5a> ??? ????? ???????s ??? ?????s??? ?? Find?Novel</fned5a>


    “What?” Elissa’s eyes snapped open, tears glistening as her brows knitted together. Her voice wavered, caught between denial and despair. “You’re making this up, aren’t you?”


    “I’m not,” Ernest said, his grip on her hand tightening, his eyes resolute. “It’s me, Elissa.”


    A heartbeat passed. Then another.


    Elissa’s lips quivered, her hands shaking violently in his hold. With a sudden jerk, she tore herself free. “Don’t touch me!”


    “Elissa?” Ernest froze, stunned.


    Her face contorted, tears mingling with a bitter, incredulous sneer. Fear and fury zed in her eyes as she red at him.


    “You destroyed my life! And now you say sorry and expect me to just forgive you? You think we can just y happy family?” The absurdity of it burned in her chest.


    “Get out!” She lunged to her feet, pushing against him with all her might, tears streaming down her reddened face. “I said leave!”


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