WVKWnovel Chapter 615: Maria And Mary
Chapter 615: Maria And Mary
Maria suddenly burst into laughter.
"You’re just trying to dodge responsibility!" she accused. "You’re making all of this up to escape!"
Adam remained calm, nodding slightly. "If you insist, we can do a DNA test."
Without hesitation, he reached up and plucked a strand of his own hair, placing it on the table before sliding it toward her. "Use this."
Maria fell silent, momentarily stunned, but she still took the sample.
When the DNA test results came back, the truth hit her like a collapsing wall.
There was no biological connection.
Her hands trembled as she stared at the report, her vision blurring as tears welled up and spilled over.
’It’s not his...’ The realization shattered her carefully constructed plans.
There was nothing left for her to hold onto.
But even then, a stubborn resolve flickered within her.
’I won’t lose like this...’
With that thought, she bribed the hospital staff to alter the report and began investigating Adam’s routine.
She studied Mary’s schedule carefully too, noticing that on certain days, especially Fridays, Mary would return home earlier than usual.
And as fate would have it, one such Friday arrived.
That afternoon, Maria stood outside Adam’s house, her heart pounding heavily in her chest as she pressed the doorbell.
When the door opened, she was met by Mary.
Mary looked at her with clear confusion, her brows knitting together slightly. "Who are you?"
Maria forced a faint, fragile smile onto her face, her posture deliberately subdued. "Can I come in for a moment?" she said softly. "I’m Adam’s assistant."
To reinforce her claim, she quickly took out her work badge and held it up. Mary examined it briefly, recognizing it as legitimate, and stepped aside to let her in.
Mary’s demeanor softened as she gestured for her to sit. "Do you need something?" she asked gently, already reaching for her phone. "I can call Adam..."
Maria watched her reaction carefully, then lowered her gaze, shaking her head with a faint hesitation.
A fragile sigh escaped her lips as she said,
"Whatever I’m about to say... you might not even believe it. But it’s already too late to turn back now."
With trembling fingers, she slowly reached into her bag and pulled out a few photographs.
The glossy surfaces caught the light as she handed them over.
In those photos, Maria and Adam appeared... far closer than what could be dismissed as ordinary.
The moment Mary’s eyes fell on them, her entire body froze.
Maria’s voice followed, soft yet deliberate,
"I’m not here to say that Adam cheated on you."
She paused, as if choosing her words carefully, then continued, "It was just... one night. A mistake."
As she spoke, her voice trembled slightly, and tears gathered in her eyes.
"It was my first time," she added, her tone breaking as she forced out each word.
"He was drunk... completely out of his senses. We were both trapped in a situation set up by some business partners."
Mary’s hands began to tremble violently.
Maria, though inwardly tense, maintained her pitiful facade.
"I’m not here to ask you to give up your place," she said softly. "And I’m not asking for money either."
She looked at Mary with what seemed like sincerity. "I just wanted to tell you... so that if these photos ever come out someday, you won’t be shocked."
Maria slowly stood up, her movements gentle, almost submissive.
"I promise I won’t disturb you or Adam ever again," she said, her voice lowering to a near whisper.
"But... if one day my child is born and needs help... I hope you can show a little kindness."
Mary didn’t respond. She couldn’t.
Her entire body felt cold, as if the warmth had been drained from her completely.
’All this time... I thought Adam loved me more than I love him...’ Her chest tightened painfully. ’But why does it feel like I’m the only one losing everything just because of some photos?’
A tear slipped down her cheek, followed by another, until she could no longer hold them back.
It felt as though the very foundation of her world had shattered.
Maria watched her silently for a moment before speaking again, her tone cautious.
"I’ll be leaving New York in two days," she said.
Then, after a brief hesitation, she added, "Can you... not tell Adam that I came here?"
Mary inhaled deeply, her breath shaky, before finally lifting her gaze toward Maria.
Her voice was hoarse, but there was a trace of stubbornness within it. "Where’s the proof... that this child is Adam’s?"
Maria’s lips curved into a faint, bitter smile.
"I have proof," she replied, her eyes lowering slightly.
"But I don’t think it’s necessary to show it now. It would be better for you to believe that the child isn’t his."
Mary shook her head firmly, her voice trembling yet resolute. "No. Without proof... I won’t believe any of this."
Maria’s expression shifted, a flicker of offense crossing her face.
"I’m not lying," she said sharply. "This child is Adam’s."
With that, she reached into her bag again and pulled out a report, the forged one she had prepared, and handed it over.
Her voice grew firm, tinged with restrained anger.
"You can insult me, slap me, or disrespect me all you want," she said. "I won’t say anything. But when it comes to my child... I won’t let anyone question it."
Mary’s hands trembled uncontrollably as she took the report.
Her vision blurred as she read, and before she could steady herself, the document slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor.
Maria’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly bent down and picked it up, careful not to leave it behind.
’If Adam sees this... everything will fall apart,’ she thought, her fingers tightening around the paper.
Straightening up, she looked at Mary one last time and said quietly,
"Adam has already ruined my life... so as basic decency, I hope you won’t tell him about this meeting."
Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked out.
Mary remained standing there, motionless.
For several long minutes, she didn’t move at all.
Then, as if something inside her finally broke, she collapsed onto the couch and began to sob uncontrollably.
She looked at the photos repeatedly in the hopes that they were fake.
Yet no matter how many times she looked, she could only arrive at one conclusion.
Maria was telling the truth.
For the next two days, she remained unusually quiet.
She avoided Adam whenever possible, her gaze always slipping away before it could meet his.
Adam, on the other hand, grew increasingly uneasy.
He noticed the change immediately.
"Mary... what’s wrong?" he asked one evening, his voice filled with concern. But she only shook her head, offering no explanation.
Again and again, he tried to reach out, but each time, she remained silent.
’Did I say something wrong? Did I do something?’ he wondered, anxiety tightening his chest.
Meanwhile, Maria observed everything from a distance, a quiet, satisfied smile playing on her lips.
’Everything is going exactly as planned,’ she thought.
Her mind twisted further into darker schemes.
’Once the baby is born... I’ll find a way to make it undeniable.’
The thought of manipulating reality itself, of ensuring that any future DNA test would point toward Adam, filled her with a chilling sense of victory.
She will find a way to replace her child’s bone marrow with Adam and Mary’s child and then... all the DNA would point to one fact... her child was indeed Adam’s!
’In the end... I’ll be the one who wins.’
By the fifth day, Adam could no longer endure the suffocating tension.
That evening, he dragged a washboard into the room and placed it firmly on the floor in front of Mary.
Before she could react, he knelt down on it.
His voice was low, grim, and unwavering. "If you don’t tell me why you’ve been avoiding me... I’ll stay here."
Mary’s eyes widened, and fresh tears immediately filled them. "Why are you doing this...?" she cried, her voice breaking.
But Adam didn’t move.
Seeing his stubborn resolve only made her heart ache more.
’Is he lying... or is Maria lying?’
She had even hired an investigator, and though the results had come back, she still couldn’t bring herself to face the truth.
She was afraid.
Afraid that whatever answer awaited her would destroy her completely.
It wasn’t about money. It was never about money.
She simply couldn’t imagine a life where she had to separate from Adam.
Adam, meanwhile, felt his anxiety spiral out of control as her silence persisted.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he raised his hand and struck himself hard across the face.
Mary rushed forward in a panic, her breath hitching sharply as she grabbed his wrist mid-air.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice shaking between fear and anger.
Adam looked at her with an intensity that made her heart stutter.
"If you’re not going to tell me what’s wrong, then I don’t have any choice but to force you to pay attention... even if I have to hurt myself."