Rewriting My Heart's Fate

"Yes, you're not my biological daughter," Jack said. "This all stems from a mistake your mother made years ago."

My heart felt as if it had plunged into an ice-cold abyss, numb and unbearable. The bond I had once believed unbreakable now seemed fragile, so easily shattered in this moment. I shook my head. I tried to wake up from this sudden nightmare. But the reality was cruel. I had no escape.

"Why... why are you telling me this?"

I choked on my words. My eyes were brimming with tears that refused to fall.

Jack sighed. A flicker of faint tenderness crossed his face.

"Because you have the right to know the truth. And I hope you can understand that my harshness and coldness over the years weren't entirely out of malice. I just couldn't accept the reality."

I closed my eyes. The tears fell and soaked my clothes. I had never imagined that my origins hid such a shocking secret.

I felt a deep sense of confusion and loneliness, as though the world had forsaken me. Yet, in the depths of this despair, I felt an unexpected surge of determination.

"That's impossible. How could I not be your daughter? You're lying to me."

was trying to guilt me, to paint my mother as the villain.

I've witnessed my mother's resilience and selflessness. Her love is something

burned with unwavering determination

He clearly didn't expect my reaction. Then, a wry smile curled his

believe your mother. Fair enough. At least

"Fantasy?"

laugh. I knew he

isn't a fantasy. It's my trust in my mother and my respect for myself As

you've done

he looked up again, his eyes held a trace of exhaustion and

But do you know? I did try to make amends. It's just... It was all

found his words

I don't need your so-called redemption. All I want is for you

as if any