The crowd stood in complete silence.
The little boy hugged Daniel’s leg.
Emma stepped back, heartbroken.
“You have a son?” she asked.
Daniel shook his head.
“No… not my son.”
The woman looked shocked.
“What are you talking about?”
Daniel took a deep breath.
“I never lied about loving you. But someone stole my identity.”
He pulled out his phone and showed dozens of fake messages sent from an account using his name and photos.
The woman stared at the screen, speechless.
“I… I thought they were from you.”
Before anyone could process the truth, a black SUV stopped outside the venue.
A man wearing sunglasses stepped out, smiling.
“Looks like you finally figured it out.”
Emma whispered, “Who is that?”
Daniel’s expression turned to fear.
“My twin brother.”
The End… or is it?
