Rewriting My Heart's Fate

He lowered his head and didn't say another word.

This was the ending that had always been inevitable. He had to face justice because he was, without question, a criminal.

A life sentence awaited him. Though I hadn't found solid evidence to prove my mother was murdered, I still delivered him a devastating blow.

As he was being taken into custody, I approached him with two paternity test reports.

"Isn't it ironic? I'm your biological daughter, while the one you've cherished as your own isn't even related to you."

His eyes widened in shock as he stared at the reports in my hands. His hands trembled, as if the very foundation of his world had crumbled in that instant.

The mixture of disbelief and regret on his face painted a picture of utter devastation.

I looked at him without a shred of sympathy. I felt nothing but a strange sense of liberation and a tinge of sorrow.

"You thought you could hide everything, that lies and deceit could cover up the truth. Justice may be delayed but not denied. You took my mother's life and stole the happiness that should have been ours. Now, you'll spend the rest of your days behind bars. You deserve this punishment."

He lowered his head. Silent tears streamed down his face. The tears fell onto the ground, creating tiny ripples in the stillness.

But I wasn't done. I delivered the final, crushing blow.

"Your second wife and stepdaughter? They've never been your family. You tore apart your own family for people who never belonged to you."

He stared at me in disbelief. Rage flickered in his eyes. He glared at me with extreme hatred. "That's impossible. You're lying!"

Of course, he didn't want to believe me. But I had come prepared. His illusions would be completely shattered today.

"Aren't you curious why those two women went abroad?"

As I threw the stack of photos at him, his face turned ashen.

get

The photos showed his wife and stepdaughter cozily nestled next to another man-the very man who

used to be his closest

Not only had he played the fool, raising another man's family as his own, but his actions had led to the death of his real wife.

This was the ultimate humiliation. Jack had spent his life as a pawn, being utterly blind to the truth.

He froze. His eyes widened with shock. He felt as though his throat was clenched, rendering him speechless.

The images before him cut through him like razors, each one slicing deeper into his already battered heart.

His hands trembled as he picked up the photos. His fingers brushed over the faces of those he once held dear. But now, they stared back at him, embodying the cruelest betrayal.

"Why...?" he croaked. His voice was hoarse and filled with despair.

He looked up at me. His eyes were brimming with anger and helplessness, but above all, a profound sense of abandonment.

I responded with a cold, mirthless smile. There wasn't a shred of warmth in it.

"Why?" I echoed. "Ask yourself. Jack,

did you ever provide this family warmth or trust? You built your world on ties, and its collapse was only a matter of time. Your greed, selfishness, and cruelty are the true roots of this tragedy."

He buried his face in his hands and trembled violently.