Chapter 2 - THE TRUTH IN THE KITCHEN
Nathan stood frozen in the modern luxury kitchen, his dark eyes wide with unadulterated horror.
The heavy steel golf club lay abandoned on the pristine white marble floor, vibrating softly where Vanessa had dropped it.
Vanessa adjusted her emerald green fitted midi dress, her face turning pale as her cold expression dissolved into sheer panic.
"Nathan, darling, listen to me! She’s a crazy maid who attacked me first!" Vanessa stammered frantically.
Ignoring her deceitful words, Nathan dropped to his knees beside the framed US flag mounted on the kitchen wall.
Hannah held four-year-old Maya tightly against her navy blue maid dress, her white apron stained with blood.
"Daddy..." Maya whimpered, reaching out her tiny, blood-stained hand toward Nathan's face.
Nathan gently cupped his daughter's soft cheek, noticing her facial features matched his own perfectly.
"She's... my daughter?" Nathan breathed out, his voice shaking with overwhelming realization and rage.
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Hannah looked up through her tears, her low brown bun disheveled. "Yes, Nathan! She’s your blood!"
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