The Man Who Donated a Kidney to Me Proposed a Month Later, Claiming He Was Terminally Ill and Didn't Want to Pass Alone – But Right After We Said 'I Do,' He Took My Hand and Whispered, 'Now I Can Finally Tell You the Truth' - Page 14

Nathan opened his mouth.

I stopped him.

Nathan looked at my parents, then at my brother.

"Tell them."

His face went pale.

"Claire—"

"You wanted to decide when everyone learned the truth. You don't get to do that anymore."

Silence settled over the room.

Nathan looked at my parents, then at my brother.

"I have a twelve-year-old daughter," he said. "And I married Claire without telling her."

"You let my daughter make a legal promise."

My mother's expression changed.

Not anger at first.

Disbelief.

Then anger.

"You let my daughter make a legal promise to you without giving her the truth."

Nathan looked down.

"Yes."

Nobody rushed to comfort him.

Dad stepped beside her. "Why?"

Nathan's jaw tightened.

"I told myself I was protecting Sophie. Then I told myself I was protecting Claire. Really, I was making sure nobody had the chance to tell me no."

Nobody rushed to comfort him.