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“And you thought the best way to handle that was a DNA test?”
Isabel hesitated.
“My brother told you to do it, didn’t he?”
She didn’t answer.
I let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Of course. Of course, Ronaldo was behind this.”
Turns out, she didn’t know Ava wasn’t my biological daughter.
And apparently, that information bothered her enough to sneak behind my back and run a goddamn DNA test.
“Do you have ANY idea what you’ve done?” I exploded. “Ava asked me last night if she was still my daughter! A SIX-YEAR-OLD child questioning if her father still loves her because some…
some misguided CRUSADE you two decided to embark on!”
Isabel’s eyes filled with tears. “Jake, I swear, I never meant to hurt Ava. I thought —”
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