After ensuring she received her medicine, Kelvin’s gaze returned repeatedly to the necklace. Finally, he asked its origin.
Isabella recounted the night from 5 years earlier—the celebration, the dizziness, awakening beside the necklace, discovering her pregnancy.
Kelvin’s face drained of color. “That necklace is mine.”
Silence filled the room.
“I was at Vortex Club that night,” he said slowly. “I was betrayed and drunk. When I entered the room, I saw you and assumed…” His voice faltered. “I didn’t know.”
Tears streamed down Isabella’s face. “So you were the man.”
Kelvin nodded, stricken with remorse. “I cannot change the past, but I can make it right. Vera is my daughter.”
He knelt before the child. “I’m your daddy.”
