For the past two months, I’ve noticed something strange: every morning my father and husband get up very early, dress impeccably, and leave the house for exactly 30 minutes before returning, as if they’d never left.
When I asked them, they both laughed and said they were going to exercise.
But I know very well that neither of them likes to exercise.
What made me even more suspicious was that one day I saw my father’s shirt collar stained with a white, chalky powder, and there was a faint scent of women’s perfume on my husband’s shirt…
This morning, I decided to sneak behind them. My heart was pounding. I was scared… but I needed to know.
They went into a small alley behind my house, which I’d never been to, and together they entered a ramshackle mini-hotel. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My father and my husband… together in a hotel?
Without hesitation, I slipped upstairs, following in his footsteps, to a room that was ajar. I peeked through the crack in the door, my hand shaking so much I almost dropped my phone…
I saw my father kneeling, his hands shaking, opening an old wooden box. Inside were… old photos, stained papers, a child’s silver bracelet that had turned black, and a DNA test.
I tried to hold my breath. In the photo… was a pregnant woman I’d never seen before. Her face looked eerily like mine. I heard my father say in a strangled voice:
“You’ve kept this from me for 30 years… that little girl… she’s my daughter, isn’t she? I have a daughter I never knew about!”
My husband, who was standing beside him, was silent for a moment, then replied:
“Not only that… she’s also my wife. And now… she’s my sister too?”
I froze, my lips pursed until they bled. What the hell was I listening to?
Am I my father’s illegitimate daughter?