He stepped closer. His eyes were wet, but his voice was sharp and cruel.
“She told me everything.”
“Stephen, I have no idea what she told you, but—”
“You were Dad’s mistress.”
I flinched.
He didn’t stop.
“You ruined our family. You pushed her out. You made him choose you.”
“That is not true.”
“She said you trapped him.”
“Stephen—”
“Stop saying my name like you care.”
That hit so hard I had to cover my mouth.
I tried again. “Your father and I met after she left. She knows that.”
He shook his head. “Of course you’d say that.”
“Please, sit down. We can look at dates, papers—whatever you need.”
But he grabbed the bag and moved toward the door.
I followed him. “Don’t do this. Don’t walk out like this.”
Then he said the sentence that split my life in two.
“I only pretended for Dad. I didn’t want to disappoint him.”
I stopped breathing.
He opened the door.
Then he turned back and added, “I was never really your son.”
And just like that, he walked out.
After that, he disappeared completely.
His number changed. His social media vanished. The apartment his mother had rented was empty by the time I went there.
