Victor stared at the paper until the numbers blurred. Daniel was his. The child he had seen
holding Julian’s hand, the boy who looked at the world with his own eyes, was the son he never
knew he had.
A wave of nausea hit him. He remembered the night of the divorce the cold way he had pushed
those papers across the table while Elara was secretly carrying this life inside her. She had
faced that bridge, that water, and those five years of exile all alone because of his "promise to
his first love “
.
Victor murmured to himself , his face ashen.
"I’ve been a fool,
" he whispered.
"A blind, arrogant
fool.
"
He spoke in a trembling voice,
“How am I ever going to look at her again? And how will I
convince my son that I am his father…? Will she ever forgive me?”
How did she surviv
