Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 387: I am sorry

"How do you know it is my mom who can give us the answers?" Anna barged into Daniel’s office unannounced.

Daniel was in the middle of speaking with Henry when the door flew open. Both men turned just in time to see Anna stride in, her expression stormy, patience clearly spent. She slammed her palm flat against the table, the sharp sound echoing through the room.

Daniel did not react right away. He studied her in silence, his gaze calm yet calculating, measuring how deep her anger already ran. Then he glanced at Henry and gave a subtle nod.

Henry did not need to be told twice. He straightened, muttered a quick excuse, and retreated, closing the door quietly behind him.

Silence fell.

"Anna—" Daniel began, but she cut him off instantly.

"Do not change the topic," she snapped. "Answer me."

Daniel exhaled slowly and rose to his feet. Instead of staying behind the desk, he walked around it, deliberately closing the distance between them. It was a familiar tactic, meant to disarm her, to remind her this was not an interrogation room but a space they shared.

"You came in like a hurricane," he said lightly. "At least sit down before you accuse me of something."

"Stop trying to distract me," Anna shot back, unmoving. "You said something earlier. Something you did not explain. And now I know you are hiding details."

Back then, when Daniel had asked her to trust his words, she had agreed without hesitation. She had believed she understood everything he hinted at, every truth he laid bare. But now she realized how much she had missed. How easily she had looked away.

Her mother was the only thread connecting Collin’s hatred to something deeper, something personal. And now that the dots had finally aligned, dread settled heavy in her chest.

Daniel tilted his head, a faint smile brushing his lips. "Hiding is a strong word."

"Then explain," she demanded, her voice wavering despite her effort to stay composed. "How do you know my mother has the answers? Not suspects. Not assumptions. You were certain, Daniel. I heard it in your voice."

He watched her closely. The tension in her shoulders. The fire in her eyes. Fear tangled with determination. He knew then that she had already reached the truth on her own.

When he did not respond, Anna pulled out a chair and sat down abruptly, her movements sharp, controlled.

Daniel’s expression softened. He had never intended to overpower her, but sometimes firmness was the only way to steady her spiraling thoughts.

"That is better," he said quietly, taking the chair across from her. "I thought you would connect it sooner. But your emotions clouded your sharpness, wifey."

Anna’s jaw tightened, but she did not interrupt.

When Daniel had asked her to inform her parents about Collin, he had been clear about his doubts. He had pointed at inconsistencies, at things that did not add up. Yet she had unconsciously ignored them, unwilling to look too closely.

Now she understood why.

Daniel leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering. "Your mother and Collin were not just acquainted."

Anna’s breath caught.

"They had a child," he continued steadily. "A daughter."

The words landed like a blow.

Anna stared at him, the room seeming to tilt around her. Pieces of the past rearranged themselves in her mind, memories suddenly taking on new meaning. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating.

Daniel did not rush her. He knew this truth would change everything.

And once spoken aloud, there would be no turning back.

"And that daughter is... me."

The words tasted foreign on Anna’s tongue. Heavy. Wrong. She felt something inside her sink the moment she said them, as if the ground beneath her certainty had given way. She lifted her eyes to Daniel, searching his face for denial, for outrage, for anything that would tell her she was wrong.

But he gave her nothing.

No protest. No correction.

The absence of denial hurt more than the truth itself.

"Daniel?" her voice cracked, barely louder than a breath.

"Yes," he said at last.

The word landed with brutal finality.

The room went silent for Anna, the world narrowing to a dull ringing in her ears. She sat frozen, staring at him, trying to process how a single word could erase everything she thought she knew about herself.

Daniel remained where he was, his expression grave. "I did not want you to find out like this," he said quietly. "And I did not want to be wrong."

Her fingers curled into her palms. "So you already knew," she whispered. "You just did not say it."

"I needed proof," Daniel replied. "Not suspicion. Not patterns. Facts."

Anna swallowed hard, her throat burning. "And you found it."

He nodded once. "The day Collin was taken to the hospital, I had samples collected. Discreetly." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "A DNA test."

Anna let out a hollow laugh that sounded nothing like her. "Of course you did."

Daniel did not rise to the sarcasm. "Collin’s DNA matched yours," he continued, his voice steady even as the truth cut deeper. "And so did with Roseline’s."

The implications crashed over her in waves. Her mother. Collin. Lies layered over lies, stitched together so carefully she had never questioned the seams.

"So my entire life," Anna said slowly, "was built on silence."

Daniel leaned forward, his tone softening. "Your mother made choices, Anna. Terrible ones. And she buried them well. Too well."

Anna shook her head, tears blurring her vision though none fell. "She looked me in the eyes every day," she said. "And never once told me who I was."

Daniel reached for her hand but stopped short, letting her decide. "I am sorry," he said simply. "I wanted to protect you from this."

She finally looked at him, her eyes raw. "You could not," she said. "No one could."

The truth had already found her.

And now that it had, nothing in her life would ever feel the same again.