**🔥 CHAPTER 7: "She Didn't Know Who the Father Was… But the DNA Results Exposed an Even Darker Truth." 😱
I read the letter three times.
Each time, the words became harder to believe.
"Daniel... I'm carrying a child, but I don't know if you're the father."
My hands trembled.
Not from anger.
From disbelief.
Emily had written the letter months before I returned home.
She had never mailed it.
She had hidden it.
Maybe she wanted to confess.
Maybe she was too afraid.
Or maybe...
She simply wanted to wait until she knew which man would give her the better future.
Ryan sat across from me in complete silence.
"I found that letter after she asked me to destroy it," he admitted.
"I couldn't."
"So you kept it."
He nodded.
"I thought one day... you'd deserve the truth."
I folded the letter carefully.
For the first time in days, I wasn't thinking about revenge.
I was thinking about one innocent life.
If there really was a child...
None of this was the baby's fault.
The next morning, I asked Emily to meet me.
She arrived wearing dark sunglasses, trying to hide her swollen eyes.
She looked exhausted.
She had lost her job.
Nathan had disappeared.
Most of her friends refused to answer her calls.
She sat down quietly.
"You hate me."
I didn't answer.
Instead, I placed the letter on the table.
The moment she saw it...
She burst into tears.
"You found it..."
"Why didn't you send it?"
"I was terrified."
She covered her face.
"I wanted to tell you."
"But every day I waited..."
"...it became impossible."
I looked directly into her eyes.
"Are you pregnant?"
She slowly nodded.
"Yes."
"How far along?"
"Almost seven months."
The words hit me like a hammer.
Seven months.
Almost exactly the time I had been overseas.
There was only one question left.
"Who is the father?"
Emily cried so hard she could barely breathe.
"I don't know."
For several seconds...
Neither of us spoke.
Finally I said,
"We're getting a DNA test."
She nodded immediately.
"I'll do whatever you ask."
A week later...
The results arrived.
Neither of us opened the envelope immediately.
The laboratory technician looked from one of us to the other.
"I suggest you both sit down."
My heartbeat pounded in my ears.
Very slowly...
I unfolded the report.
Then everything around me seemed to disappear.
Probability of paternity: 0.00%.
I wasn't the father.
Emily gasped.
"No..."
She grabbed the report with shaking hands.
"This has to be wrong."
The technician calmly shook her head.
"We repeated the analysis twice."
"There is no mistake."
Emily completely broke down.
She buried her face in her hands.
"I'm so sorry..."
I quietly stood.
For a moment...
I almost felt sorry for her.
Then my phone rang.
Michael.
His voice sounded urgent.
"Daniel."
"We've located Nathan."
"Where?"
"He didn't run away alone."
"What do you mean?"
Michael hesitated.
"He's already engaged..."
"...to another woman."
Only six weeks after destroying our marriage...
Nathan had found another victim.
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And she had absolutely no idea...
Who she was about to marry.
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