My mind races. What could she possibly know that would matter now? “What do you mean?” I ask, incredulous.
“I’m not just an actress,” she confesses in a hushed tone, her expression shifting from playful to serious. “Years ago, I donated eggs, and I’m… your son’s biological mother.”
My heart drops. It’s a punch to the gut, the revelation spinning in my mind like a whirlwind. All those years I thought I was raising him alone, and here she was, watching over him, living in the shadows. “You’ve been here all along?” I whisper, stunned.
She nods, eyes filled with a mix of regret and determination. “I didn’t want to interfere, but I couldn’t just stand by. I wanted to protect him… to protect you.”
The night’s chaos slips away, leaving only the weight of her words—the hidden truth of our lives intertwining in ways I never imagined. What comes next? I have no idea. But everything is about to change.
