"A friend?" he repeated.
"Yes," she insisted. "We were just talking."
Ethan glanced at the bed, then back at her.
"In a hotel room?"
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
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I felt a mix of anger and sadness rising inside me.
For months, she had lied to my son.
And for months, he had believed every word.
"Victoria," I said quietly.
She turned to me, her eyes filled with frustration.
"You shouldn't have brought him here," she snapped.
That sentence hit Ethan like a slap.
His expression hardened.
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"You mean my own mother shouldn't show me the truth?" he asked.
Victoria crossed her arms defensively.
"There is no truth to show," she insisted.
Ethan let out a short, bitter laugh.
"Really?"
He turned toward the man in the room.
"What's your name?"
The man hesitated before answering.
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"Mark."
