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Chapter Thirty One: The Sad Truth

Auteur: Lia Voss
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-29 21:42:46

Dorian

I read the DNA results seven times.

Each time, the words were the same. 99.97% probability. Mrs Chen was my biological mother. The woman who raised me was not. The woman my father killed was not. The woman who had been in my life since I was born was my real mother.

And I had just sent her to prison.

I set the paper down and stared at the wall.

My mind was spinning. My chest was tight. My hands were shaking.

Thirty two years.

Thirty two years of lies.

My father had used her. My fake moth
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