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Part Two
The rumor started with a simple observation made by some of Marco’s relatives during the baby’s baptism.
Clarissa’s child had physical features that looked nothing like Marco—or anyone in the Dela Cruz family.
As days passed, Aling Corazon’s suspicion turned into obsession. She could not rest.
The family business, their pride, and everything they had invested seemed to depend on that child.
One night, without telling anyone, Aling Corazon secretly took a strand of the baby’s hair and ordered a DNA test.
The result arrived like a volcanic explosion in the middle of their luxurious living room.
The child was not Marco’s.
Clarissa—the woman they had treated like a queen—had long been involved with another man. She had only used the Dela Cruz family to live a luxurious life and to hide her own mistake.
In an instant, the “heir” they had proudly celebrated became a symbol of their own foolishness and cruelty.
They threw Clarissa out that very night, but the wound to their pride would never heal easily.
Only then did they remember everything.
Aling Corazon remembered her cold words to me.
Marco remembered his silence as I walked away from their home.
In the middle of their humiliation, they realized something else—the only true blood of Marco’s was the child I had been carrying.
The child they had rejected simply because she might be a girl.
