My Daughter Brought Home a Pale, Tattooed Goth Boy, and My Husband Immediately Told Him to Leave – Then the Boy Placed His Phone on the Table, and My Husband Went Even Paler
looked at Daniel.
“No… is he?”
“Yes,” Evan said. “It seems I’m your son.”
Mark glanced at him, then he rounded on Daniel.
“What is he doing here? And where’s Claire? Did you know where she ran off to all this time?”
“It seems I’m your son.”
Daniel hesitated.
“Answer me!” Mark snapped. “You’re the one that took her from me all those years ago, aren’t you? Were you sleeping with her?”
“No. Never.” Daniel straightened. “But I did help her leave.”
“You son of a—” Mark curled his hand into a fist. “You helped her take my child.”
“She wanted to leave, Mark. You made it almost impossible. I did the right thing.”
Mark curled his hand into a fist.
Mark stopped.
“You emptied the account. You locked down her cards. You told a pregnant woman that if she wanted to leave you, she could find a way topay for it herself.”
Mark glanced at Evan.
“You don’t know what our relationship was like.”
“I knew enough.”
“No, you didn’t.” Mark gave a bitter laugh.
“I did the right thing.”
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“Claire was always overreacting,” Mark continued. “She’d get upset, threaten to leave, spend money we didn’t have. Somebody had to be the responsible one. I was trying to stop her from making another stupid decision.”
The room went quiet for a moment.
“And then you betrayed me,” Mark said in a dangerously soft tone. “We were going to have a family, and you ruined it.”
“I was trying to stop her from making another stupid decision.”
Daniel nodded slowly.
“If helping Claire leave means I betrayed you, then yes. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
Mark turned toward Evan.
“Where is she? Your mother kept you from me. She needs to answer for that.”
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