WHO IS MY FATHER?

Alex's face was red with rage as he confronted Rachel in the living room. "Who is my father?" he demanded, his voice shaking with anger.

Rachel, who had been sitting on the couch, looked up at Alex with a mixture of fear and guilt in her eyes. "Alex, please understand..." she began, but Alex cut her off.

"No, you understand," Alex said, his voice rising. "I have a right to know who my father is. You've been lying to me my whole life, telling me that James was my father. But it's not true, is it?"

Rachel shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, Alex. I was young and stupid, and I made a mistake. I didn't know who your father was, and I didn't want to admit it to James or to you."

Alex's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean you didn't know who my father was?" he asked, his voice cold.

Rachel took a deep breath before speaking. "I was involved with several men at the time, Alex. I don't know which one of them is your father."

Alex felt like he had been punched in the gut. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You mean I could be the son of anyone?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rachel nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry, Alex. I was wrong to keep this from you, and I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you."

Alex turned and walked away, leaving Rachel alone in the living room. He didn't know what to think or feel. He felt like his whole world had been turned upside down.

As he walked, Alex couldn't help but wonder who his real father was. Was he a good man? Did he even know that Alex existed? And what did this mean for Alex's sense of identity and belonging?

James stormed downstairs, his face red with irritation. "What is wrong with you?" he thundered, his eyes blazing with anger.

Rachel, who was sitting in the living room, looked up at him with a mixture of fear and defiance. "I don't know what you're talking about, James," she said, trying to sound innocent.

James scoffed. "Don't play dumb with me, Rachel. I know exactly what you've done. You've told Alex the truth about his parentage, haven't you?"

Rachel nodded, looking guilty. "I had to tell him, James. He deserved to know the truth."

James's anger boiled over. "You had no right to tell him," he shouted. "That was my decision to make, not yours. And now Alex is gone, and I have no idea where he is or how he's feeling."

Rachel looked down, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, James. I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

James's expression turned cold. "You're sorry? You're sorry? You've ruined everything, Rachel. Everything."

James's anger and frustration were palpable as he glared at Rachel. "You've always been selfish, Rachel," he spat. "You've always done what you wanted, without thinking about how it would affect others. And now, you've hurt the one person who mattered most to me."

Rachel looked up, her eyes flashing with defiance. "That's not fair, James," she said. "I was trying to do the right thing. I was trying to be honest."

James laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Honest?" he repeated. "You call this honest? You've been lying to me for years, Rachel. Years! And now, you're trying to justify it by saying you were being honest?"

Rachel's face crumpled, and she began to cry. "I'm sorry, James," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

James turned away, disgusted. "Get out," he said, his voice cold. "Get out of my house, and don't come back."

Rachel nodded, still crying, and stumbled upstairs

As James hung up the phone, he felt a sense of determination wash over him. He was going to end this toxic marriage and start anew. And most importantly, he was going to make amends with his son, Liam.

James's heart ached as he thought about Liam, and how he must be feeling. He knew he had to find a way to reach out to his son, to apologize for not being there for him sooner.

With newfound resolve, James decided to take action. He was going to find Liam and make things right between them, no matter what it took.