She made the mistake
1093 Words
Draven Montgomery,
"It's a celebration for my best friend who finally got rid of a cheating gold-digger!" Eric exclaimed, clinking his wine glass against mine before slamming the last DNA test report on the glass table.
"This is the final DNA test report—out of the twenty you sent to labs across the country. Bruh, I’m telling you, your parents were right all along. They always wanted you to marry someone from your level. And now, look at the results. She wanted you to raise another man's child as your own. That’s why—you should always listen to your parents!"
Eric’s words cut deep, and the cold, hard truth of the DNA report—clearly stating they weren’t father and daughter—hit my heart like bullets.
I tried. I wanted the baby girl to be my daughter. I wanted to love her mother like she was the center of my world. But I wasn’t blind. I couldn’t force myself to keep loving a woman who cheated on me.
I was willing to accept any shortcomings, but cheating? That was an entirely different kind of betrayal, one that killed my love for her instantly.
"Hey, guys! This is so unfair! Why didn’t you invite us? I played a huge role in this!" Evelyn and her boyfriend entered the bar with wide grins. They knew. They all knew.
They had been aware of her betrayal. At first, I didn’t want to tell anyone. I wanted to let her go with dignity and respect. But I was too weak to handle it all alone. It became the breaking point of my life. I felt like I was losing my mind.
"Evelyn, you’re pregnant! You shouldn’t be in a bar," Robert said, pouring a glass of wine for Evelyn’s boyfriend, Sammy.
"At least I can celebrate my bestie’s freedom party. So, she accepted it? I thought girls like her would be stubborn and clingy," Evelyn scoffed.
She had helped me create the misunderstanding that made Rosé leave me without much resistance. And it worked. Rosé thought I was involved with Evelyn, though the truth was far from it. I had never seen Evelyn as a romantic partner. To be honest, she wasn’t even the type of person I wanted as a friend in the first place.
But we grew up together, and over time, I learned to accept her flaws as part of her personality. That was why, despite everything, I was grateful.
"She left. I kept the house."
"That surprised me, too," Eric
chimed in. "Why don’t you sell the house and buy a new one? Living there will traumatize you!"
"That’s right, Draven. I think you should do it. Evelyn’s planning to buy a house in Black Daisy, one of the new luxury developments. Be her neighbor," Robert added.
"I’m not planning to move right now," I said calmly.
"That’s pathetic, man! You should restart your life. That house will only bring pain!"
"Why would it? The house is mine. I’m not going to change my entire life because of a disgusting woman like her."
"Okay, guys, let’s just enjoy his freedom," Evelyn smiled, ordering orange juice for herself. "My childhood sweetheart is finally single. That means I have a chance in the future!" she grinned, nudging my shoulder playfully.
"Your boyfriend is right here. Stop trying to be a cheater!" I laughed. It was time to let my past go.
"I don’t mind," Sammy said, catching my attention. "As long as she’s happy, I don’t mind."
"Sammy! Don’t be a pushover, or you’ll end up like Draven. Never trust women!" Robert smirked.
"Hey!" Evelyn threw an apple at Robert. "I’m a woman! Don’t you dare disrespect me. And Sammy knows how much I love him!"
"Okay, guys!" I stood up. "I have to go. I have a meeting tomorrow."
I walked away from them, ignoring their calls behind me. It felt empty. I thought getting rid of her would bring me peace. But in the end, it didn’t.
When I drove back home and opened the door, silence and coldness greeted me. Unlike the usual warmth, today it was dark and lifeless.
There was no sound of a baby crying, no soft light in the kitchen where I’d usually hear her humming her favorite songs, and no voice calling out, "Welcome home, love."
Tonight was silent, bone-chillingly cold, and suffocatingly dark. I hated it. I wanted to curse her. I wanted to call her and scream, asking why she ruined everything we built together. Why did she do this to me?
She used to say I was the man of her dreams—the perfect fantasy. Then why? How could she throw it all away for another man?
Was she playing the perfect lover to the bastard who got her pregnant? Didn’t she feel even a shred of guilt knowing her daughter looked nothing like me?
I had dominant genes—hazel green eyes, the rarest in my family. Rosé had ocean-blue eyes and dark hair. But her daughter looked nothing like either of us. Except for her dark brown hair, which she got from her mother. Yet, I loved her as if she was my world.
At first, I thought it was normal. I held her in my arms and never questioned it—until my parents brought me the DNA report. I wasn’t happy about their interference at first. But they pointed it out: the child looked nothing like me.
Reluctantly, I did a DNA test to prove them wrong. But when the results came back negative, my world shattered. I sent twenty more samples to labs across the country. Each time, the results confirmed the same thing.
I thought maybe the baby had been swapped at the hospital. But when the reports showed Rosé was her mother, everything fell apart.
I lost Rosé. I lost the daughter I adored. And I lost my trust in love. Yet, somehow, I still didn’t want to make her feel bad for her actions. Like a fool, I made her believe I was the problem so she wouldn’t feel the weight of her betrayal.
I gave her all the money she wanted, enough to avoid court battles and buy her freedom. But I couldn’t give her the house—the one I built with her.
I loved her, and maybe I still do. I kept the house as a reminder—of the love we shared, the betrayal that ended it, and the lesson I learned.
She made the mistake. Not me.
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