Yet to Know [MORE CHAPTERS LOADING...]

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SAMANTHA'S POV

"And?" Daniel's mother asks. "Everything I believed is a lie. Right now, I'm homeless."

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Ten hours ago, I went to play football and returned home for breakfast. As I entered the compound, I found my parents yelling at each other. It's normal for me to see them arguing, but it was strange that they were outside, and my mom's belongings were scattered on the floor. I stealthily made my way to my dad's side and whispered, "What's going on?" He was too enraged to hear me.

He yelled at my mom, "Leave my house this instant! Our marriage is over. We'll meet in court."

I paused and regarded them. My mom stood with her hands on her hips, muttering insults.

"You're a wicked woman," he spat. "Very wicked. God forbid."

She rolled her eyes and began picking up her belongings.

"What's going on?" I yelled, and their attention fell on me.

Pain and distress flashed in my father's eyes as he took steps away from me. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he shook his head.

"Dad, what did Mom do this time?"

My mom is the most insecure woman I've ever met. Her insecurities make me make rash decisions, and I'm determined to be as confident and invulnerable as possible. She's always scared Dad will cheat on her, makes scenes at his office whenever a young woman is employed, accuses him of adultery, and is convinced she needs more money to look beautiful. She's vain, and it irks me.

I know Dad is irritated by her ways, but I've never seen him this angry.

I asked again, "What did Mom do?"

His eyes welled with tears.

"Is she not my biological daughter?"

I froze.

He groaned and pointed at Mom.

"How could you deceive me like this? For 20 years, you lied to me. You'd lost your womb but still lied your way into my life. Who is this child's father if you have no womb? Who?"

I turned to her, and she scoffed.

"What is Dad saying?"

"Pack your things, Sam. Let's go," she told me.

"Go where?" I barked. "Go where, Mom? Tell me the truth. What's Dad saying?"

She grumbled, rubbed her hand over her face, pulled her traveling bags, and gestured to her driver, who had been eavesdropping, to place them in the vehicle. He rushed to her with innocent eyes and dragged the bags along with him.

My dad dropped to the floor and wept. I placed my hand on his shoulder, and he shrugged me off.

"Please leave," he said.

"Sam, he's not your father. I'm not your mother," my mom said flatly.

I didn't know what to call her after what I'd heard.

"I don't understand."

"I lost my womb when I was 18," she said, pointing at Dad. "It was my biggest secret. After our marriage, I paid a doctor who helped me fake my pregnancy and gave me a child from one of his patients. That's how you came about. You were the only child available for me to take."

I was speechless.

"Please, all of you should leave."

My dad groaned and went into his house, locking the main entrance. He opened the window and warned, "I don't want to use force. Leave."