“Be careful.” “I know exactly what I’m saying.” I reached into my purse.
Pulled out a thick brown envelope. And placed three laboratory reports on the table.
Carlota frowned. “What is that?” “DNA tests.” Nobody moved. I pushed the first report toward Mateo.
Then the second. Then the third. “All three boys are biologically yours.”
Mateo gave a confused laugh. “So what exactly do you think you proved?”
I kept looking at Carlota. “None of them are biologically mine.” The color disappeared from her face.
And from the hallway behind us— a coffee cup fell to the floor. It shattered.
Camila stood there completely still. For years, she had been introduced to everyone as the private nurse who assisted Carlota with her medications and occasionally helped with the children.
She had a key to our house. She attended birthdays. She knew the boys’ schedules.
And whenever I questioned why she was around so often, Mateo told me I was simply being insecure.
I turned toward her. She couldn’t look me in the eyes. Carlota whispered, “Renata… don’t.”
That was when I understood. They weren’t shocked by the DNA results. They were worried about what else I had uncovered.
I squeezed Daniela’s hand and looked directly at Camila. “I know who their mother is.”
Mateo’s expression changed. Not anger. Fear. But there was one detail none of them knew yet.
The DNA tests weren’t the only documents concealed inside that envelope.
And once Carlota realized what the fourth document revealed, the three boys were no longer the biggest secret within the Duarte family.
They were only the beginning. (I know you’re all very curious about the next part, so if you want to read more, please leave a “YES” comment below!)
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