«My parents threatened to disown me if I kept the baby. So I… I made the worst decision of my life.» She looked at Jader now.
«They told me you were adopted. I didn’t even know where you ended up. But I couldn’t bear the thought of you having nothing.»
«So I left the necklace. That was all I had.» Jader’s voice was icy.
«You abandoned me.» «I hated myself every day for it.» Chase turned to his mother, voice hollow.
«And you never told me.» Robert finally spoke, his voice brittle. «I found out two years after we married.»
«She told me in tears. I promised never to bring it up again.» «But she’s not your daughter,» Catherine whispered.
«She’s mine, but not ours.» And then Robert asked what no one else dared to. «Are you sure?» The next morning was quiet.
Jader didn’t sleep. She sat on her bed, knees drawn to her chest, clutching the necklace she once thought was just a pretty charm. Her world had flipped in one evening.
She didn’t know who to trust, herself least of all. A knock at her door startled her. It was Chase.
Alone. He looked like he hadn’t slept either. He handed her a small envelope.
«A private DNA lab. They’ll come to you. No records.»
«No publicity. No drama.» Jader stared at the envelope but didn’t take it.
«You still think I might be your sister?» she asked softly. «I don’t know what to think,» he admitted. «But I know I want the truth.»
«Whatever it is.» She took the envelope, finally. Back at the Waverly Penthouse, Catherine sat at the dining table, silent.
Robert paced, phone in hand. «She hates me,» Catherine whispered. «I saw it in her eyes.»…
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