The room fell silent, tension hanging thick in the air. All eyes darted between Van and me, awaiting her response. My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to maintain composure. I had not anticipated that my past would collide so dramatically with my present.
Van looked directly at me, her eyes a mixture of anger and hurt, yet there was a flicker of something else—perhaps a trace of vindication. She took a deep breath and spoke, her voice steady and clear.
“The child is yours,” she declared, her words slicing through the air like a knife.
Gasps echoed around the room, and I felt a wave of disbelief wash over me. My mind spun with confusion and disbelief. I remembered the years of indifference, the emotional distance, and the lack of physical intimacy that marked our marriage. How could this be possible?
