Chapter 62: The Truth Revealed

As we sat on the couch, waiting for Rachel to arrive, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What did she want to tell us? And why did it affect both of us?

Alexander seemed to sense my anxiety, and he took my hand in his. "Don't worry, Sofia," he said. "We'll face whatever comes next together."

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude for his support. We had been through so much together, and I knew that we could overcome anything as long as we had each other.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Alexander got up to answer it, and I could hear the sound of Rachel's voice in the hallway.

As they entered the living room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of tension. Rachel looked nervous and agitated, and I could tell that she was struggling to find the right words.

"Alexander, Sofia," she said, her voice trembling. "I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, but I have something important to reveal."

Alexander and I exchanged a nervous glance. What could Rachel possibly have to say that would affect both of us?

"What is it, Rachel?" Alexander asked, his voice firm but controlled.

Rachel took a deep breath before speaking. "It's about your past, Alexander," she said. "About what really happened between us."

I felt a surge of curiosity and concern. What secrets had Rachel been keeping?

"What do you mean?" Alexander asked, his eyes narrowing.

Rachel hesitated before speaking. "I mean that I wasn't entirely honest with you about our breakup," she said. "There were things that happened, things that I didn't tell you about."

Alexander's face darkened, and I could tell that he was struggling to contain his anger.

"What things?" he demanded.

Rachel took another deep breath before speaking. "I was pregnant, Alexander," she said. "I was carrying your child, and I didn't tell you."

I felt like I had been punched in the gut. Pregnant? Alexander had a child?

Alexander's face went white, and he looked like he had been punched in the gut.

"What happened to the baby?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rachel's eyes filled with tears. "I had a miscarriage," she said. "I was devastated, and I didn't know how to tell you."

Alexander looked like he had been hit by a truck. He was stunned, shocked, and heartbroken.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and compassion for him. He had been through so much, and now he was faced with this new revelation.

As we sat there in stunned silence, I knew that we had to be strong. We had to support each other, no matter what.

Alexander finally spoke up, his voice shaking with emotion. "Why didn't you tell me, Rachel?" he asked. "Why did you keep this secret from me?"

Rachel shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "I was scared, Alexander," she said. "I was scared of how you would react, and I didn't know how to tell you."

Alexander nodded, his face still pale. "I understand," he said. "But I wish you had told me. I wish you had been honest with me."

Rachel nodded, her eyes still filled with tears. "I'm sorry, Alexander," she said. "I'm so sorry for everything."

As we sat there, the tension in the room was palpable. But as I looked at Alexander, I knew that we would get through this. We would face this new revelation together, and we would come out stronger on the other side.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Rachel got up to leave. As she walked out the door, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The truth was finally out, and we could start to heal.

Alexander and I sat in silence for a long time, processing everything that had just happened. Finally, Alexander spoke up, his voice shaking with emotion.

"Sofia, I'm so sorry," he said. "I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you about Rachel. I'm so sorry that I didn't prepare you for this."

I took his hand in mine, feeling a sense of love and compassion for him. "You don't have to apologize, Alexander," I said. "You didn't know about the baby. You didn't know about Rachel's secret."

Alexander nodded, his eyes still filled with tears. "I know," he said. "But I still feel guilty. I still feel like I should have known."

I squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him. "You can't blame yourself, Alexander," I said. "You can't control the past. All you can do is move forward, and try to make the best of the situation."

Alexander nodded, his face still pale. "You're