“You’re saying none of it was real.”
Gideon met my gaze steadily.
“I’m saying it was constructed. Deliberately.”
A Truth Worse Than Betrayal
The weight of his words settled slowly, because it was not merely that Maren had been innocent, but that I had been manipulated into believing otherwise, and that I had chosen convenience over trust at a moment when patience might have changed everything.
“There’s one more thing,” Gideon added carefully. “The twins’ birth certificates list Maren as the sole parent. There is no father recorded.”
The implication struck harder than any accusation ever could.
Maren had carried and delivered our children alone, without my presence, without my support, while I moved forward with engagement plans and corporate expansions, convinced I had been wronged.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
Finally, I exhaled slowly.
“I need to see her.”
Gideon nodded.
“I can arrange it quietly.”
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