It was true-all those faint whispers I had heard during my coma held substance. In that surreal period, a little girl had indeed stood before my bedside, affectionately calling me Daddy.
That little girl was none other than Elena—my own flesh and blood.
In a single, crystallizing moment, understanding washed over me like a revelation.
“Debra, you never experienced a miscarriage, did you?” My attention remained fixed on Debra. “You pretended to be involved with Harlan.
From the very beginning until now, you only bore one child, and that’s
Elena. Is this the truth?”
Anticipation surged within me, eagerness driving every beat of my heart, as I yearned for a response that would finally bring me the satisfaction I sought.
Finally, Debra nodded, her admission shattering the veil of deceit that had clouded our past.
“Yes. It’s all exactly as you perceive it, Caleb. Elena is undeniably your daughter.”
In an instant, a tumultuous wave of complex emotions crashed over me.
I was both elated and incensed.
The evidence Lay before my very eyes, irrefutable in its demonstration of our blood ties. I couldn’t deny the authenticity of our familial connection. This time, I was certain that Debra wasn’t lying.
Yet, amidst the joy and anger swirling within me, a torrent of questions raged. I couldn’t comprehend why she had chosen to repeatedly withhold the truth, leading us down a twisted path of misunderstandings and heartache. She had ample opportunities to reveal the reality we now faced, so why did she opt for a web of deception?
If she had revealed this truth earlier, perhaps much of our suffering could have been alleviated.
My anger surged uncontrollably, and I couldn’t help but ask Debra with frustration, “Debra, why did you lie to me? Was it so hard to tell me the truth? I demand an explanation!”
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Without giving her a chance to respond, Elena interjected with a shout,
“Don’t raise your voice at Mommy!”
Taking a bold stance in front of Debra, Elena’s voice grew fierce and impassioned as she revealed, “Mommy was forced out of her original pack because of me. She endured immense hardships all on her own, struggling to raise me. During that difficult time, you weren’t by our side!”
As her words poured out, Elena’s voice quivered with sorrow, tears streaming down her face.
My daughter’s words left me speechless, unable to find any response or words to express the profound impact of her revelation.
Elena’s words resonated deeply within me, and I realized the truth in her words. I came to acknowledge that I had no justification to hold
Debra responsible or place blame on her. I considered the possibility that Debra’s reluctance to share the truth about Elena stemmed from a lack of trust in me.
Given my track record of past foolish actions, I couldn’t help but acknowledge that my previous behaviors might have contributed to
Debra’s hesitance in confiding in me.
Considering the importance of cooperation with the Barton family to purchase Roz Town, I gave Janiya the opportunity to hurt Debra.
