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For more than two decades, I learned how to ignore the chill in his voice, the subtle insults, and the invisible wall he kept between us. Jacob’s jokes were often sharp and aimed directly at me, constant reminders that I never truly belonged in his world. Yet I stayed hopeful, convincing myself that time would soften him. That fragile hope shattered the day I uncovered a yellowed document hidden deep in his office drawer—a paternity test dated the year I was born. One single word on that paper unraveled everything I thought I understood about my life, and by the time the will was read aloud, I made a choice that stunned everyone present and set chaos in motion.
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Confronting Jacob
The moment I held the paternity test in my hands, my thoughts spiraled out of control, leaving me restless and shaken. I stormed into Jacob’s study, gripping the paper as if it were proof of a crime. When I demanded an explanation, he barely glanced at it, refusing to meet my eyes. His dismissive response, brushing it off as meaningless, only fueled my frustration. This time, I refused to be intimidated by his indifference. Still, I stepped back in confusion, my mind buzzing with unanswered questions and an unsettling fear of what he might do next.
Confronting Jacob
