Heirloom Necklace My Parents Gifted Me for My Wedding Vanished – Years Later, My Dad Revealed the Shocking Truth about It
“Listen, I need to talk to you about something important,” he said, his voice serious. I glanced over, noticing his tense expression.
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“Sure, Dad. What’s up?” I replied, curious.
He took a deep breath. “It’s about the necklace. The one your mom and I gave you for your wedding.”
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My heart skipped a beat. “What about it?”
“Stop accusing Liam. He never stole the necklace. It was me. I had to take it from you because…,” his voice trailed off, unable to finish the sentence, his eyes still fixed on the road.
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I was stunned into silence. My own father? “But why? Why would you do that?”
He sighed, a tear rolling down his cheek. “It was for my other daughter.”
“Your what?!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Are you talking about the baby mom lost?”
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“No, not the baby,” he replied, his voice breaking. “I have another daughter, one you don’t know about.”
My mind raced as I processed his words. An entire part of his life, hidden from us all these years.
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He continued, “Her name is Anna. She turned sixteen a few years back, and I… I wanted to give her something meaningful. Your mom controls the finances tightly, and I had nothing else that could compare to the necklace.”
The car felt unbearably small as he revealed more about Anna. She was the daughter of a woman he had been with long ago, someone he accidentally got pregnant. He chose to keep it all a secret, fearing it would destroy our family.
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