CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE- Negative

Yanna

It feels like my world had stopped once I read the end result of the paternity test. ‘Negative’.

No, it can’t possibly be true. Thinking back now, how the hell could I just believe the words of an old man and not actually find proof if we’re actually related.

My stomach churns at the sick thought of being deceived by a random old man into marrying his adopted son. Does Enzo know about this too?

I placed my palm over my chest in an attempt to calm down but it was all futile as random thoughts just keep running through my head. I reach to the finality of finding out if this result is true or not.

I examine the result again and my eyes catches on to the date of the result, it was oddly on the same day when I heard the fight between him and Roberto, the same day that I found him scribbling down harshly on a paper.

Why the fuck does my life have so much drama!

Composing myself, I place the folder back where it was and sneak out quietly from the office and just in