Broken Dreams Stories

Chapter 97

velyn words seemed to suck the air out of the room. For a moment, Derek just stared at her, his expression unreadable, as if trying to process what she had just said. The silence stretched between them, thick with tension.

Finally, Evelyn spoke again after gathering her thoughts, “Earlier, you asked me why I waited six years to return. It was because I found out I was pregnant

“You found out you were pregnant!” His voice was a low rasp,

Evelyn nodded, her throat tight. “Yes. I found out I was pregnant. So, I didn’t want to return, considering how I left things,” Evelyn said, watching him and waiting for his reartion.

he processed what she had just said. “Is this what you were going to tell me earlier?” He asked, and when she

Derek was silent for a moment as be nodded, he sighed.

It made sense that she had been resisting his advances this whole time because she had a child for Michael and probably didn’t know how to tell

him about it.

He could also guess that she had kept it away from him because she didn’t ward Michael to know about his child, and she probably feared that he would tell Michael if she told him. And she was telling him now because she believed she could trust him

I’m sorry, I know I should have told.”

At the same time. Derek spoke. “That is why you’ve been turning me down this whole time, asn’t it?” He asked in a tone that suggested that he had figured out everything and he understood.

Evelyn stared at him in confusion, wondering what he was talking about, “What are you talking about?”

“I mean Michael’s child. I would have been more understanding if you had told me from the start. And I can assure you that I don’t care that you have a child for him. It doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

“Samantha is not Michael’s daughter.” Evelyn cur in immediately.

“But you said.

“Yes. She is mine, but she is not Michael’s,” she said and then paused to let her words sink in.

Derek frowned, “If the child is not for Michael, then whose trailed off, when he remembered that when she had told him earlier about what happened between her and Michael, she had told him that Michael was her first love and he, Derek, was the only other guy she had been with after

Michael.

No way. There was no way Ex daughter

him, Derek mused, not wanting to consider the possibility

did not make sense that she had his child, yet they’d been seeing each other for the past three weeks, and not once did she mention it. It did not make sense that she had his child

could tell from the way she stared at him that that was precisely what she was

wanting to make any assumptions, be held her gaze. “Is Samantha mine! Even as he

as she

face pale and his hands trembling slightly as he tried to wrap his mind around the reality Evelyn

to be

muttered under

Derek. I know this may come as

surprise..

exactly are you trying to tell me. Evelyn? You expect me to believe di Samantha is my daughter, yet you deliberately kept her away from me this whole! Wait, did you leave the hotel and change to a different hotel because you didn’t want me to find out about her? My own daughter?

swallowed hard, ferling the sting of her

Derek asked agat, bu

snapped. “Why didn’t you tell me De voire hunter now. I had

going in” Evelyn

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standing in front of her

you and maybe check if you’d be interested in co–parenting. But then I saw you and realized you were Michael’s cousin. What was I supposed to do? How was

do was to keep it

going to tell you. After all, the mess has been resolved. I didn’t want to bring

me after you cleared your name?” Derek echoed, incredulous. “Can you hear

I was going

what I thought was

beginning. Not once have I lied or kept secrets from you! That is the same thing I expected from

who had messed up. Evelyn took a

wanted to proiect Sam and

free.

the wall. “Thave a daughter. Sam is my daughter,” he said as if saying the words aloud would make them more

telling me that we have a daughter! You and me?” He asked, turning to look ar Evelyn

and nodded. “We can have a DNA test to

stood there for several moments, staring at the floor, his mind reeling. He didn’t know what to say or how to react. The anger he had felt moments ago was now tangled with shock, disbelief, and something far more profound–a deep ache that he had missed our

hoarse. “I would have

“I know that now. But back then, I couldn’t see it. I thought I was doing the right thing, hiding her away from the mess of my

“You should’ve trusted me. You should have let