Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 515

Chapter 515: The Truth of the Past Revealed 2

"Linda was married then," Patricia said, voice trembling, tears streaking her cheeks, hot against his skin. "Had two-year-old twins—Sarah and Emma. Sterling didn’t want Maria there. But her labor was so close, and Linda couldn’t turn her away. Not her best friend. Not when she was that pregnant and alone."

The regret in her voice was crushing, a weight that pressed down, her body shuddering, fingers twisting in the sheets.

"I should have helped," she sobbed, full-body convulsions shaking them both, tears flooding.

"I should have gone there. Should have put aside my anger and been there for my friend. But I couldn’t. All I could think about was that the baby was probably Richard’s. That she was pregnant with my husband’s child. It consumed me. The rage. The betrayal. The humiliation."

Her hands fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, nails digging into fabric.

"And then she died. Maria died giving birth." She cried harder, sobs wracking her frame, chest heaving, tears soaking his chest.

"Even though I was so angry. Even though I felt so betrayed I could barely breathe. Even though I hated what she’d done... I still ran to Mercy Hospital that night. I had to see her. Had to say goodbye. Had to... I don’t know. Forgive her maybe. Her to forgive me for not being there for her when she needed it most? I don’t know..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible, choked with grief.

"But when I got there, Maria wasn’t there. The doctor said she’d died during delivery. And Linda was just... standing there holding this tiny baby boy." Her voice changed—filled with something soft despite the tears. Something like wonder, a tender glow piercing the pain.

"He was so beautiful, Eros, my Peter was so beautiful..." she whispered, eyes distant, a faint smile through sobs. "So tiny and perfect. These little fingers. These eyes that looked up at me when Linda let me hold him. And despite everything—despite all the anger and betrayal and pain—I fell in love with that baby instantly."

Eros felt his chest tighten. She was talking about him. About the night he was born. About holding him for the first time. His throat constricted, breath shallow, world narrowing.

"I already had Jack," Patricia continued, voice thick. "He was two. But seeing this little boy in my arms..." She smiled through tears, bittersweet. "I was dying to keep him. He was Maria’s son. My best friend’s son. And no matter how much anger I had for her, no matter what she’d done... this baby was innocent. And I loved him."

She cried harder. Eros held her, arms iron, his own mind reeling, truth crashing like waves.

"So I made sure they ran a DNA test," Patricia said, her voice thick, tears streaming. "I needed to know if he was Richard’s son."

Eros froze. This was it. The story he’d grown up with. The story Linda had reluctantly told him when he’d pushed. Patricia Morrison had demanded the DNA test to prove Peter wasn’t Richard’s son. To make sure the bastard son of an escort couldn’t come back years later claiming inheritance.

To wash her hands of the entire situation.

But Patricia’s next words shattered everything he thought he knew.

"If he was Richard’s son," she whispered, voice breaking, "then that little boy had a father. A family. I would have raised him. I had it all planned out, you see... I had put aside everything I felt about Maria. I would love that boy like he was mine. He would have had a brother in Jack. A mother who would have protected him. A home. A family."

Patricia turned in his arms. Looked up at his face in the dim light from the windows, city glow illuminating her tear-streaked cheeks, eyes shining. "My biggest regrets..." Her voice cracked. "My biggest regrets are not being there when Maria died. Not saying goodbye to my friend one last time. And not being able to raise that little boy. Peter."

She smiled—sad but genuine, warmth breaking through pain. "He’s going seventeen now. Tall. So handsome. Looks just like Maria. Smart—gods, so smart. Kind. Selfless. I heard he helped Linda buy a Mercedes GLE recently. Can you imagine? A barely seventeen-year-old helping his mother like that?"

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