“She’s my daughter! Eliza isn’t my mistress, Sandra. She’s my daughter!” Shocked, Sandra stopped and turned around. She noticed the resemblance between Mark and Eliza, understanding the truth.”Please, Sandy,” Mark pleaded, explaining he only recently found out about Eliza.
“It happened in college. There was a party at the frat house, and there was this girl… I barely remember anything about it, and I didn’t know about Eliza at all until she showed up at our doorstep six months ago—” “Six months?” Sandra exclaimed, outraged. Mark lowered his head in embarrassment. “I was in shock. And I was afraid you’d be hurt to find out I had a child with someone else after we tried so hard to have one of our own.”
“I never meant to hurt you or give you a reason to think… to think…I just wanted an opportunity to get to know my father. I never thought it would turn out like this. I begged him to tell you.” “None of this is your fault, Eliza. You did nothing wrong.” Sandra embraced Eliza, who returned the hug with heartfelt sobs. “There, there,” Sandra soothed, stroking Eliza’s hair.
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