I found out about my husband’s illegitimate daughter… Cheating

Chapter 1: The Unexpected Package

The Sydney sun streamed through my window, casting golden flecks onto the hardwood floor of my beachside apartment. The gentle hum of the city and the distant roar of the ocean provided the perfect backdrop to my research. As a marine conservationist, every day was an opportunity to understand and protect the mysteries of the deep blue.

There was a soft knock at my door, rousing me from my work. I opened it to find a young courier holding a package. “For Amelia,” he said, handing it over.

I nodded, thanking him. The package was heavier than I expected. Curiously, I unwrapped it. A beautifully designed book, with an intricate cover, stared back at me. I flipped to the title page, reading aloud, “Tales of Timeless Love by Lena Suthichai.”

I’d never heard of the author, but the dedication page caught my attention: To my father, the flame behind every word I write. Intrigued, I settled onto my couch and began reading.

An hour had passed when a particular passage took my breath away. It detailed a love story between a traveling novelist named Oliver and Pim, a bookstore owner in Thailand. The vivid descriptions, the stolen glances, the moonlit beach encounters—it all felt so intimately familiar. I couldn’t help but see my Oliver in every line, my heart quickening with each page turned.

After we graduated, Oliver had spent a summer in Thailand on a book tour. We were fresh out of college, our love intense and unyielding. But when he returned, I felt a distance between us, a chapter left unread. Despite my endless questions, he never spoke of his time there, and eventually, the questions ceased.

My phone buzzed, and a message lit up my screen. It was from Oliver: Hey Amelia, thinking of you. How about dinner tonight at our spot?

Before I could reply, another thought struck me—what if this book was not fiction? Could it be? No, it couldn’t… But my mind raced back to the dedication, and a haunting realization settled in. Lena’s words were not just a reflection of a love story but perhaps a chapter of Oliver’s past that he’d never shared with me.

The waves roared outside, mirroring the turmoil within me. My heart felt heavy, and an overwhelming need to know the truth consumed me. I knew what I had to do. Tonight, over dinner, I would confront Oliver.

But for now, as the waves crashed onto Sydney’s shores, I clutched the book close to my heart, letting the emotions wash over me. A storm was brewing, and I was at the very center of it.

Chapter 2: Dinner and Discoveries

The evening sky painted the horizon in hues of pink and orange as I approached our favorite restaurant, The Sea’s Whisper. It sat atop a cliff, overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean. Oliver and I had spent countless evenings here, dreaming of our future together, lost in our shared love for the sea and each other.

Before entering, I took a deep breath, steeling myself. I had to know the truth, no matter how painful.

Oliver sat at our usual table, his silhouette framed by the setting sun. He looked up, his smile warm and inviting. «Amelia,» he said, standing to embrace me, «you look as radiant as ever.»

I tried to smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. I took my seat, the book safely tucked inside my bag, its weight pressing on my mind.

The waiter arrived, taking our orders. We exchanged pleasantries, talking about my latest conservation projects and his upcoming book release. But the true reason for our meeting loomed like a storm cloud between us.

«I read a book today,» I began hesitantly, watching Oliver’s eyes for any sign of recognition. He looked intrigued but not alarmed.

«Oh?» he replied, sipping his wine, «Anything I should add to my reading list?»

I reached into my bag, pulling out Lena’s book, placing it on the table between us. Oliver’s eyes widened ever so slightly. «It’s a beautiful cover,» he remarked, though I could sense a tension in his voice.

«The story seemed… familiar,» I whispered, my fingers tracing the intricate design of the cover. «It’s about a novelist named Oliver who falls for a bookstore owner in Thailand.»

Oliver’s gaze met mine, his expression unreadable. «There are many Olivers in the world,» he replied calmly, though I noticed his fingers tap the table nervously.

«But not many with stories like ours.» I flipped to the passage about the moonlit beach. «This reminds me of us, Ollie. But it’s twisted with another narrative, another woman.»

He sighed, looking down, «Amelia, there are things I never told you. Things I regret. But not a day goes by that I don’t wish I could rewrite our past.»

A heavy silence settled between us. The waiter brought our dishes, but the delicious aromas did nothing to lift the weight in the air.

«Is Lena your daughter?» I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He took a deep breath, looking out at the ocean. «Yes. She is.»

Tears threatened, but I held them back. «Why didn’t you tell me, Oliver?»

He looked genuinely pained. «I was scared. Scared of losing you. I didn’t know about Lena until she was already a few years old. Pim wanted her to have a connection with her father. And though our romance was brief, I wanted to be there for my daughter.»

My mind raced, trying to process it all. The trust we had built over the years felt shattered.

«Amelia,» Oliver reached across the table, trying to grasp my hand, «I love you. This doesn’t change how I feel about you.»

I pulled away, my heart torn. «I need time, Oliver. Time to think, to understand, to heal.»

He nodded, defeated. «Take all the time you need.»

The sun had fully set, plunging the world into darkness. The future, once clear and bright, now seemed uncertain.

Chapter 3: Whispers from the Past

Days turned into weeks, and I found myself seeking solace in the one place that had always been my refuge — the ocean. With every dive, the weight of the world seemed to lift, if only for a moment. But on the surface, the questions continued to haunt me.

One morning, as I was preparing for another dive near the coral reefs, an unexpected visitor approached. A petite woman with strikingly familiar eyes. Lena.

«Amelia?» she called out tentatively.

I looked up, recognizing her from the author photo. «Lena,» I replied, unsure of what to feel.

She hesitated, searching for words. «I… I wanted to meet you. My father… he speaks so highly of you.»

I bit my lip, looking out at the horizon. «I read your book.»

She nodded slowly. «I guess that’s why I’m here. I wanted to share my side, our side of the story.»

I motioned to a nearby bench, where we both took a seat. The sea breeze played with her hair, revealing a pendant that looked much like one Oliver gave me years ago.

«Why did you write it?» I asked.

Lena took a deep breath. «Growing up, my father would tell me stories, weaving tales of love, adventure, and heartbreak. Over time, I realized they weren’t just tales but fragments of his own past. My mother, Pim, never hid the truth from me. She told me about their brief romance and how Oliver chose his first love over her. I felt a need to piece those fragments together, to understand the love that shaped my existence.»

Her sincerity touched me. «You paint him in such a tender light.»

She smiled sadly. «He’s a good man, Amelia. I wanted the world to see the Oliver I know, the father who’d travel miles just to see me perform in a school play, the man who’d call every night to hear about my day. He loved you so much that he was terrified of the repercussions of his past.»

We sat in silence, listening to the rhythmic crashing of waves. A thought struck me, «Did he know about the book?»

Lena shook her head, «No. It was my way of reconciling with the past, of giving my mother the place she deserved in his narrative. I never anticipated the impact it would have.»

I took a moment, absorbing it all. «I don’t know if I can move past this, Lena. The deception, the years of secrets.»

She nodded understandingly. «That’s your journey to navigate. But know this, he loves you. Truly, deeply.»

As Lena left, I stood there, the ocean stretching infinitely before me. The waves whispered tales of forgiveness, of second chances. My heart was still a whirlwind of emotions, but for the first time in weeks, there was a glimmer of clarity.

Maybe, just maybe, there was a way forward for Oliver and me.

Chapter 4: A Tangled Web

The following week, I found myself at Pim’s bookstore in Thailand. The scent of old paper and wood filled the air as I entered. I wanted answers, and perhaps this place, which was a silent witness to Oliver’s past, held them.

Behind the counter stood Pim. Age had touched her gracefully. She looked up, her sharp eyes appraising me. “You must be Amelia.”

Taken aback, I nodded. “Yes, and you’re Pim.”

A soft laugh escaped her lips. “Lena told me you might visit. She said you had the same fire in your eyes that she saw in her father’s photos.”

Curiosity piqued, I inquired, “What was he like, back then?”

Pim led me to a cozy corner, surrounded by shelves brimming with books. “Oliver was… passionate. He came into the store daily. Initially, for books, and then, for the company. We bonded over literature, and, well, one thing led to another.”

I swallowed hard, imagining them in this very place. “And Lena?”

“She was a product of a fleeting romance. Oliver never intended to stay in Thailand. His heart always belonged elsewhere,” her voice trailed off, hinting at unspoken pain. “By the time I realized I was pregnant, he was gone. I wrote to him, but my letters were unanswered.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. “For years, I resented him. But then, one day, he walked into the store, clutching my old letters. They had been misdelivered, and he’d only recently received them. The guilt in his eyes was palpable.”

I thought of Oliver, living unaware of his impending fatherhood, then hit with the reality years later. “Why didn’t you tell Lena?”

She sighed, “I didn’t want her growing up feeling abandoned. But when Oliver found out, he wanted to be a part of her life. I saw the genuine love he had for her. And for you. His face would light up every time he mentioned your name.”

I pondered over her words, taking in the gravity of the past. But something still nagged at me. “Your story with Oliver, it’s public now, thanks to Lena. How do you feel about that?”

Pim hesitated, then replied, “Lena needed to write that book for herself. To understand her parents, her past. But I wish she had left me out of it. I’ve moved on from that chapter of my life.”

Before I could respond, a call interrupted us. Pim answered, her face turning pale. “It’s Lena. She’s been in an accident!”

My heart dropped. Without a word, we rushed out, heading to the hospital, our shared concern for Lena forming a bridge between two worlds that had once been oceans apart.

Chapter 5: Uncharted Waters

The sterile scent of the hospital mixed with the anxious energy of worried families in the waiting area. Pim and I paced nervously, each lost in our thoughts. She had tried contacting Oliver, but he wasn’t answering.

“What happened?” I whispered, turning to Pim.

She shook her head, “She was on her bike. A car hit her. That’s all I know.”

Minutes felt like hours before a doctor finally approached us. “You’re here for Lena?”

We nodded, almost in unison.

“She’s stable, but in a deep sleep. We’ve done a series of tests. Now, it’s a waiting game.”

Pim’s knees buckled, and I grabbed her arm, steadying her. We were led to Lena’s room. Tubes and monitors surrounded her. It was heartbreaking to see such a vibrant spirit confined to a cold bed.

Pim took Lena’s hand, tears streaming down her face. “She’s strong. She’ll fight this,” she whispered more to herself than to me.

Hours trickled by, turning into days. Oliver arrived, his face etched with worry and guilt. Our reunion, under these circumstances, was both unexpected and painful.

“Amelia,” he began, his voice hoarse.

I held up a hand, silencing him. This wasn’t the time or place. But the weight of our shared concern bridged the chasm between us. We found comfort in shared silences and exchanged glances.

One evening, as the sun cast its golden hue over the hospital, I stepped out for fresh air. Oliver followed.

“I should’ve been there for her, been more present,” he lamented.

“You couldn’t have predicted this,” I replied.

“But I could’ve been there when she needed me most.”

“You’re here now, Oliver. And that matters.”

We stood in silence, both lost in our thoughts. Then Oliver softly said, “I missed you.”

Tears stung my eyes. “I missed us, the us before all the secrets.”

He reached out, taking my hand. “Can we ever go back?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered, the weight of reality sinking in. “But maybe we can find a new way forward.”

The days that followed saw Lena making slow progress. With every twitch of her finger, every flutter of her eyelids, hope grew.

And one day, it happened. Lena’s eyes blinked open. Relief flooded through me, intertwining with Oliver’s and Pim’s. Through the pain and uncertainties, our lives had become intricately woven together, crafting a narrative none of us had anticipated.

But as Lena’s condition stabilized and she began her road to recovery, another storm loomed on the horizon — confronting our past and navigating the uncertain waters of our future.

Chapter 6: Confronting the Tides

As days turned into weeks, Lena’s room became a hub of activity. Friends, colleagues, and well-wishers constantly streamed in and out, bringing with them an air of hope and positivity. Oliver spent every waking moment by Lena’s side, a reflection of his remorse for the lost years.

One evening, after visiting hours, Oliver and I found ourselves alone in the hospital’s rooftop garden. The city lights twinkled below us, a stark contrast to the raw emotions that hung in the air.

“I’ve been thinking,” Oliver began, his gaze fixed on the horizon, “about us, about Lena, about all the missed moments.”

I wrapped my arms around myself, the evening chill setting in. “It’s complicated, isn’t it?”

He turned towards me, his eyes searching mine. “It is. But isn’t life always? It’s the choices we make amidst the chaos that defines us.”

Taking a deep breath, I closed the distance between us. “What are you trying to say, Oliver?”

“I made a mistake, Amelia. One I deeply regret. But I can’t change the past. All I can do is ensure our future isn’t marred by it. I want to be with you, to rebuild what we had.”

Tears glistened in my eyes. “But how can we? There’s so much baggage, Oliver. Lena, Pim, the years of secrecy.”

He took my hands, his touch warm and familiar. “We start fresh, together. We work through our challenges, one day at a time.”

The sincerity in his voice was palpable. But doubts clouded my mind. “What if it doesn’t work?”

“We won’t know unless we try, right?” He replied, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Pim: Lena’s asking for both of you.

Rushing back to Lena’s room, we found her sitting up, looking stronger. Her eyes darted between Oliver and me, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“Dad,” she whispered, “Amelia told me about everything. About the two of you, about the book.”

Oliver nodded, guilt evident in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Lena. I should’ve been honest from the start.”

She squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, Dad. But I want you both to know that I don’t blame either of you for the past. We can’t change it. But we can shape our future.”

Looking at me, she added, “Amelia, I hope you find it in your heart to give my dad another chance.”

The weight of her words hung heavy. I nodded, appreciating the maturity she displayed despite her young age.

The days that followed were a blur of hospital visits, therapy sessions, and heart-to-heart conversations. But amidst the chaos, a newfound bond emerged — a bond forged through trials, understanding, and a shared love for Lena.

However, the ultimate test still awaited. Could Oliver and I truly overcome our past and carve out a new chapter together? Only time would tell.

Chapter 7: Turning the Page

Months later, the beaches of Sydney saw a gathering like none other. Amidst friends and family, a grand celebration was underway. But this wasn’t just any celebration; it marked two significant events — Lena’s complete recovery and the launch of a collaborative book.

The title read: «Tides of Time: Two Lives, One Destiny.» Written by Oliver and Amelia, it was a poignant recounting of their love, the obstacles they faced, and their journey to redemption.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, I stepped onto a makeshift stage, microphone in hand. «Tonight is special for many reasons,» I began, my voice echoing across the shore. «But most importantly, it signifies new beginnings.»

Oliver joined me, his hand finding mine. «Life has a way of throwing curveballs. But it’s the choices we make that shape our narrative. And today, we choose to begin anew.»

The crowd erupted in applause. As the evening wore on, joyous laughter, music, and the distant sound of waves filled the air.

Pim approached, holding a copy of our book. «I never thought I’d see the day when our stories would be intertwined so deeply.»

Oliver nodded. «Neither did I. But sometimes, life’s unpredictability is its biggest gift.»

Lena, with her vivacious spirit, was the life of the party. Dancing with friends, she epitomized the resilience of youth. Coming towards us, she wrapped us both in a tight embrace. «I’m proud of you two.»

The evening culminated with Oliver and me walking along the beach, the gentle waves caressing our feet. The vast expanse of the ocean mirrored our journey — unpredictable, tumultuous, but ultimately beautiful.

«You know,» Oliver whispered, drawing me closer, «I once read that ‘the most beautiful stories often begin with wreckage.’ I never understood it until now.»

I smiled, leaning into him. «We’ve weathered our storms, Oliver. Here’s to writing new chapters, filled with love and understanding.»

He kissed my forehead. «Together.»

Above us, the sky erupted in a brilliant display of fireworks, illuminating our path. It was symbolic of our journey, filled with moments of darkness and bursts of vibrant light.

The echoes of our past might never fade completely, but as the night deepened and the stars shone brightly overhead, one thing was clear — we were ready to embrace our future, hand in hand, one page at a time.

And as the waves of Sydney’s shores continued their eternal dance, they bore witness to a new beginning, a testament to the enduring power of love and forgiveness.

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