CHAPTER 43
Rebecca's pov
"What?"
My voice came out in a shrill whisper. If there was another word better than confused right now? I'd take it... I'd freaking grab it because my brain was spiralling with tons of questions right now!
How the hell am I related to Marcos? I mean, that doesn't make sense! Not even a little pinch of sense! Marcos and I? Related? Camilla's my half sister and she's married to Marcos who is actually my brother and lets not forget Emeliano's half brother... That makes us- okay, maybe Camilla's just playing with me... This is crazy and impossible.
Emeliano sighed and looked up at Camilla, rolling his eyes before they settled on me again. "Your half brother. Not brother."
Half brother?
"Still doesn't make sense... I need an explanation... It's like my head is about to explode."
"See, this is exactly why I didn't want you to know... This is fucked up in so many ways."
"Then someone please make me freaking understand!!!" I let out a harsh breath.
"Look, Rebecca... All of this comes to a conclusion... Rafael is a man whore." Camilla muttered..
"That still doesn't help! How can Marcos be my brother and you my sister and then you both- are married? If he's my brother... Then he's your brother too right? Emel-"
"Marcos is not my brother." Camilla stated.
"Okay... Explain." I said, crossing my arms over my chest, biting back tears of frustration.
Camilla exhaled before speaking. "Georgia is your mother." She said.
I took in a deep breath, sucking in my breath as I recognized the name... Greta mentioned that name while she was telling me about Marcos's mother... Georgia is Marcos's mother and also... My mother?
I blinked... Trying to take in that piece of information but it wasn't ready to sink in. "So, My mom isn't- my mom? I mean... That means April's my half sister? Okay... So if Georgia is my mom? Then who's yours?" I asked Camilla.
"Like I said, Rafael is a man whore... He had an affair with Heather, Diana's sister."
Diana is my mom- well, I used to think she was my mom until now... God this hurts!
"Georgia got married to my Dad and had Marcos... Two years later, she got pregnant for Rafael's baby which was you." Emeliano stated.
Oh... This is beginning to make sense. Marcos and I were half siblings... Same mom, different Dad... Camilla and Marcos are not related in any sort of way... Different mom, different Dad, which also means Emeliano and I are in no sort of way related to each other, different mom, different Dad.
This. Is. One. Messed. Up. Family. Tree... If we're even considered as family.
"So, Rafael and my mo- Diana got divorced because?"
"Because she found out that Rafael was responsible for her sister's pregnancy... And that I was Rafael's daughter." Camilla answered.
"So why did she take me? Why didn't she just take her own daughter?"
"She loved you... And at that time, she believed that you were her daughter... Rafael had it all planned out, He took the baby from Georgia and lied to Diana that you were her dead daughter."
"Excuse me?"
"Diana was pregnant at that time... Both Georgia and Diana went into labor at the same time... Diana's daughter didn't make it- So Rafael took you from Georgia and gave you to Diana."
It all drowned in.
All my whole life has been a lie... Everything I ever believed was a big fat lie... I can't take this... It's too much.
Just too much.
"Rafael played us all... He couldn't keep his stupid dick in one place!!!" Camilla exclaimed.
I just stood there, but trust me... My mind wasn't still... It was spinning with all the freaking emotions and for the first time in my life, I feel like I don't have any control over this situation... It was taking over me and I was letting it...
I don't know what to do... What to say... I was shattered... Beyond shattered.
"I'm sorry you had to find out this way Rebecca... I'll leave you both... And before I leave, I want you to know that I don't love Emeliano...Never did and never will." With that, she left.
And the silence that came after her disappearance was deafening.
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Emeliano's pov
It was all so silent... I didn't know what to say or do... She was so silent and it was killing me that I wasn't prepared for this moment.
I knew she wasn't okay, I mean... When the first tear dropped down her cheeks, I knew she was really hurt by all this... Her look said it all.
But what could I possibly say to make her feel okay?
Just what?
"Rebecca I-"
She stopped me from talking by raising her Palms to my face and saying. "Don't."
Her voice was unfamiliar, it was so quiet and lost, I felt this pinch pain in my heart, I was hurt... Not because she shunned me... But because she was hurting and I was in no position to make her feel okay.
This was the reason why I didn't want to tell her anything... I knew it would break her to this point.
Damn you Rafael.
"I know-"
"Don't." She stopped me again.
There was a small pause before she gathered the courage to speak again.
"Why didn't you tell me? Huh? Why?" She finally spoke... Her voice thick with tears as some more tears escaped her eyes.
"I couldn't bear to see you hurt... But now the damage is done."
"Still... You could have told me... You could have at least gave me a hint... Why Emeliano?" Her voice was so soft and distant.
"I'm sorry. I should have told you Long ago... I just couldn't bring myself to... I just-"
"Didn't want me to leave." She completed.
And damn it to hell... She was right.
"I'm sorry too." She finally said, walking pass me to the wardrobe, grabbing her suitcase and shoving her belongings inside, I watched her zip the box shut and then... I knew what came next. "I'm leaving."
And just with those two words... My world crumbled all over... Again.
"Why?" I asked.
"I can't stay here... I need to be far away from here, from Orlando, from Rafael, Camilla, Marcos, From-"
"Me." This time... I completed it for her.
I watched more tears pour down her cheeks.
I knew this would happen... It always did... Every single time I get a taste of happiness... It just goes away like the wind... They all go. Over and over again.
"I'm sorry... I just need time... To- think this through... I need space to breathe... I can't take it all at once... It's too much... I can't handle it."
"I'm always here for you Rebecca... We could handle it together, just please don't go... Don't leave me."
"Stop being selfish! For once... I need space, I need time to think, it's not everyday that you learn that you were born on a lie... Or that your entire life was a complete lie... I can't- I just can't." She sobbed out, grabbing her luggages and moving the door.
"That's it? You're just gonna go? You promised."
Her grip tightened on the handle of her luggage, before she turned to me. "I guess this would have to be the first promise I break. I'm sorry... I just can't stay here..."
"So you're going back to New York?"
"I don't know... I don't think I have a home there... I don't think I have a home anywhere."
"Rebecca-"
"Don't push it..."
We stood there staring at each other for what felt like hours before she finally turned slowly. Walking away from me... Leaving me just like everyone else did... Walking out the door without glancing back to see who she was leaving... She just... Left...
How could I be foolish to think she'd want to stay? No one ever stays... Just when I thought- just when I thought she would stay, just when I opened up my heart again... It all goes poof... She just left, left me with a broken heart and a broken world. Just when I thought someone actually cared...
Just when I felt the happiness at the tip of my fingers... It disappeared.
Just like that.
Just.
Like.
That.
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