He lowered his head and didn't say another word.
This was the ending that had always been inevitable. He had to face justice because he was, without question, a criminal.
A life sentence awaited him. Though I hadn't found solid evidence to prove my mother was murdered, I still delivered him a devastating blow.
As he was being taken into custody, I approached him with two paternity test reports.
"Isn't it ironic? I'm your biological daughter, while the one you've cherished as your own isn't even related to you."
His eyes widened in shock as he stared at the reports in my hands. His hands trembled, as if the very foundation of his world had crumbled in that instant.
The mixture of disbelief and regret on his face painted a picture of utter devastation.
I looked at him without a shred of sympathy. I felt nothing but a strange sense of liberation and a tinge of sorrow.
"You thought you could hide everything, that lies and deceit could cover up the truth. Justice may be delayed but not denied. You took my mother's life and stole the happiness that should have been ours. Now, you'll spend the rest of your days behind bars. You deserve this punishment."
He lowered his head. Silent tears streamed down his face. The tears fell onto the ground, creating tiny ripples in the stillness.
But I wasn't done. I delivered the final, crushing blow.
"Your second wife and stepdaughter? They've never been your family. You tore apart your own family for people who never belonged to you."
He stared at me in disbelief. Rage flickered in his eyes. He glared at me with extreme hatred. "That's impossible. You're lying!"
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