Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 253

**Even the Night Couldn’t Silence Her Light**
**Chapter 253: The Truth Remembered**

Ann… his long-lost daughter?

The revelation struck him like a lightning bolt, igniting a whirlwind of emotions within. Ann wasn’t merely Tatiana’s child with another man; she was his. His own flesh and blood.

His heart raced as the weight of this truth began to settle in, a mixture of disbelief and a burgeoning sense of responsibility.

Finished.

A violent, searing pain ripped through his skull, as if the very fabric of his memories was being torn apart. The twisted recollections he had clung to for so long began to shatter, piece by agonizing piece, as the hidden truth clawed its way to the surface.

Visions erupted in his mind—

A dimly lit room, the air thick with tension, ragged breaths mingling in the shadows. Two bodies intertwined in a desperate embrace, the echoes of whispered pain and pleasure swirling around them… that person, that person was…

Tatiana!

In an instant, the fog of false hypnosis dissipated, leaving clarity in its wake.

He recalled everything with startling vividness. Bianca’s cunning smile as she tricked him into drinking that tainted tea in that room, the strange man’s voice wrapping around his mind like a serpent, planting hypnotic suggestions over and over again.

Fake! It had all been a lie!

All these years… what had he done?

Bang.

His fist crashed into the desk with a force that sent splinters flying, piercing his knuckles and drawing blood. The sharp sting barely registered amidst the turmoil raging within him.

His face was a canvas of despair, drained of color, contorted in agony.

Meanwhile, Tatiana was a mere shadow of her former self, having not slept a wink since Ann’s disappearance. She was teetering on the edge of a precipice, her exhaustion palpable as she dragged her battered body from one street to the next, searching fruitlessly.

But Ann was nowhere to be found.

The world felt impossibly vast, a labyrinth with no exit. How could she ever find her daughter in such a sprawling, indifferent expanse?

Her heart felt as if it were being crushed under an unrelenting weight, the pain seeping deep into her very bones, threatening to consume her whole.

Chandler, unable to bear witnessing her self-destructive spiral any longer, stepped in front of her, his voice laced with concern. “Tatiana, stop. You won’t find her like this.”

“Let go.”

“Please, Tatiana, don’t do this.”

“Let go!”

With a fierce determination, she yanked her arm free and maneuvered around him, her resolve unyielding.

Chandler felt the weight of despair settle over him. The presence of the other child had irrevocably altered their relationship, and he couldn’t accept the reality of it.

He stepped in front of her again, desperation etched into his features. “Tatiana, you need to rest. If you keep this up, your body will give out long before you find Ann.”

Her lips, chapped and cracked from dehydration, twisted into a bitter smile that mocked her own suffering. “Rest? How can I rest when my daughter is missing? I don’t even know who’s behind this!”

“Tatiana…”

He wanted to offer her something—hope, comfort, anything—but her next words struck him like a physical blow.

“She’s the only child I have left. If anything happens to Ann, my life loses all meaning.”

With a fierce shove, she pushed him aside again. This time, Chandler felt the weight of defeat. He didn’t have the strength to stop her.

As she crossed the street, a car suddenly pulled up beside her. The door swung open, and before she could register what was happening, a large hand seized her wrist, yanking her into the vehicle.

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