The Bloodline Crack
Gabriel felt trapped. Not by walls. Not by chains. But by two ghosts. One was his past — Victoria, standing strong, ready to drag him to court and tear down the image he had built for years. The other was inside his own house — the truth about Daniel. He did not know which battle to fight first. The divorce? Or the child? Every morning he woke up with the same thought: If Daniel is not my son… then who is? And why won’t Prisca tell me? Sandra’s DNA results came in on a quiet Wednesday afternoon. Gabriel opened the email in his office. His hands were steady. He already suspected the answer. But he needed proof. He needed something that still belonged to him. The document loaded slowly. He scanned the lines quickly. Probability of paternity: 99.99%. Sandra was his. His
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