Chapter 17Earlier, I walked into my family's home, Victoria Anjelica Powell and walked out with a new identity. The realization Bruce Wheaton's blood courses through my veins, rock me to the core. The twenty-five-year-old secret festers like a slow-moving virus, nauseatingly infecting every pore. I leave the townhouse with tranquil steps and Judith's prized diaries, arriving at my car indescribably numb. For ten minutes, I stare past the windshield into oblivion, fearing emotions beneath the surface. Is this some cruel cosmic joke? Beliefs I've held so long, that Aiden and I shared similar characteristics was untrue. He's not my father, but another man I've admired until news of his corrupt behavior. All these years, I believed Judith had many lovers, but Aiden dispelled that belief.
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