No More Second Chances

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n his expensive boots and clean shirt. He held a bottle of wh

stepping inside without an invitation. "

ists clenched at my sides.

, pushing one toward

ow sip. "I don't want any bad blood between us.

now a cold, hard knot in my st

et. But you need to understand something. Ma

ed her o

e said, his voice dropping. "To

blow. "What are you talk

emembered the last life, Matt. She remembered sixty years of scrimping and saving, of fixing

bered. She remembered everyth

he wanted what I could give her. A big house, nice things

d a small savings account. I had a life of hard work

aid, his smile turning cruel. "The baby. Your firs

'd been small, but he'd been a f

illing blow. "He was mine. Maria was already with me before y

f lies. The foundation of my entire existence, in this life and the last, was a fraud. Daniel... my son..

off with my knuckles. I was a mechanic; my hands were strong from years of turning wrenches.

at me, and we crashed against the wall. Maria-I mean,

sley's side, ignoring me completely. She looked at me wi

She chose him. She protected him. She

all, the truth of it all crushing me. Wesley, ho

you. You're just a violent, poor piece of trash. She's with me now.

ove was a lie. My son was a lie. My past was a l

s no