I couldn’t speak.
For several seconds, I just stared at Isabella.
The third child was a Romano.
The words didn’t make sense.
I looked at Damiano, waiting for him to deny it.
He didn’t.
His face had gone completely still.
“Explain,” he finally said.
His voice was quiet, but there was something dangerous underneath it.
Isabella swallowed.
“Your father had a child with Lucia.”
My heart dropped.
“My mother?”
She nodded.
“But she was married to my father.”
“I know.”
“Then how?”
“I don’t know everything that happened between them,” Isabella interrupted softly. “I only know what your father told me.”
Damiano stepped closer.
“When did you find out?”
“After the children were born.”
“Children?”
Isabella looked at me.
“Your mother had three children in 2003.”
I felt dizzy.
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