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."

to guilt me, to paint my

you're wrong. I've witnessed my mother's resilience and selflessness. Her love is something no lie of yours

voice trembled, it was resolute. My eyes burned with

froze for a moment. He clearly didn't expect my reaction. Then, a wry smile

you've chosen to believe your mother. Fair enough. At least this way, you can

"Fantasy?"

laugh. I knew he

my mother and my respect for myself

done to

his head in silence. When he looked up again, his

did try to

I found his words

making amends is to keep hurting us, making us struggle in pain? No, I don't need your so-called redemption. All I want is for you to face

bitter smile deepened, as if