I was all set to tie the knot with my fiancé in a fairytale wedding. But my world came to a colossal standstill when my mom barged into the ceremony and screamed: “STOP THE WEDDING… HE’S YOUR BIOLOGICAL FATHER!” Her revelation ripped me apart and had me gasping for breath.
turns out Mom and I weren’t his only victims. Getting back that painting felt like a small victory in all this mess.
Before we left, Mom looked straight at Christian, her eyes sharp. “You’ve done a lot of damage, Christian,” she said. “But in the end, justice wins.”
Walking out of there, painting in hand, it was like a weight lifted. This chapter of hurt was finally over, and now we could start fixing things, bit by bit.
