Femme découverte fiancée père fils
Femme découverte fiancée père fils
The crisp fall air carried the scent of burning leaves and the distant hum of a lawnmower. Inside the cozy living room of the sprawling Victorian home, however, the air crackled with tension thicker than the smoke curling from the fireplace. Amelia, her heart hammering against her ribs, held her breath as her fiancé, Ethan, finally spoke.
“I want to know everything,” Ethan demanded, his voice tight with a suppressed anger that Amelia had never seen before. His gaze was fixed on the photo frame on the coffee table, a faded portrait of a woman with eyes that mirrored Amelia’s own.
Amelia’s hands, still trembling from the revelation she’d made just minutes ago, tightened around the rim of her teacup. “Everything?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Ethan’s jaw clenched. “About your father. Who he is, what he did, why you never spoke about him.”
Amelia stared at the photo, the image of her father, a man who had vanished from her life when she was just a child, a painful reminder of the secret she had kept for so long. Her mother had always insisted he was a bad man, a drunkard who had abandoned them, but Amelia couldn’t bring herself to believe it.
“I… I don’t know,” she confessed, her voice cracking. “I only found out recently. I met him at the hospital.”
Ethan’s gaze hardened. “The hospital? You never mentioned him needing medical attention.”
“He was… he was hit by a car,” Amelia mumbled, tears stinging her eyes. “He didn’t know me, not really. He thought I was his sister.”
Ethan’s silence was deafening. He rose from his chair, pacing the room, his frustration simmering in the air. “Why now, Amelia? Why tell me now, just after we set the date?”
The question stung. Amelia knew it was a valid one, but the truth was, she’d been trying to protect him. This wasn’t just about her father; it was about the gaping hole he had left in her life, a hole that had been filled with a longing she’d never been able to explain. And now, the fear of that hole swallowing her whole was crippling.
“I didn’t know what to do,” she said, her voice barely audible. “I thought… maybe if I kept it a secret, it would all just disappear. But it didn’t. It just got bigger, harder to ignore.”
Ethan stopped pacing, his gaze softened with a hint of understanding. “But why now, after all this time?”
Amelia hesitated, her fingers tightening around the teacup until her knuckles turned white. “He said… he said he knew you were my fiancé. He asked me to tell you who he was.”
Ethan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “He knew me? But how?”
“I don’t know,” Amelia whispered, her voice filled with despair. “I just… I just wanted to tell you the truth before things got worse.”
Ethan sat down again, his eyes fixed on her. “Amelia, I need to understand. Who is this man? What’s his story?”
A wave of fear washed over Amelia. She knew this was only the beginning. The revelation had cracked open a Pandora’s box, and she was staring into the abyss. The secret she had guarded for so long was out, and now, her future with Ethan, the love of her life, was hanging in the balance. The journey to truth, to healing, had just begun, and it was a journey that threatened to tear them apart.
