They knew me better than anyone. They knew the kind of person I was, and they knew with certainty that I could never do such a thing.
But they only exchanged a glance and instantly understood, if I divorced, it would bring them more benefit.
So, they put on an act of righteous fury, beating their chests and stomping their feet as they cried out.
“Now you remember to call me Dad? Back when we warned you not to fool around, why didn’t you say I was your father then?”
“Rocco, if you can’t accept this, I understand. But let’s be clear, once you divorce, the house, the car, and the money must all be divided. That’s the law!”
“Actually, divorce would be best. If you agree, I can even introduce you to a better match.”
“Andie might have promised not to stray again, but who can tell truth from lies? Such words aren’t worth even a fart!”
…
The two of them spat with every word, even more worked up than Veda herself.
In my past life, I never understood why.
Only after death did I learn that the boss Declan served had divorced three times, and after seeing me, he grew interested. Declan thought that if I divorced and married his boss, it would push his career forward.
And Devon only wanted the house I would split in divorce, already dreaming of it becoming his.
Thinking of this, I felt dead inside toward my so-called father and brother.
I bent down, picked up the paternity test from the floor, and put on a look of shock.
“How could this be?”
“Mom, did you take the wrong report?”
“Why are the names Declan and Devon here?”
