“I went into the forest with my father. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and said, ‘We’re finally alone. Come here, let me kiss you. I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.’ I stepped back in horror. But Dad moved closer, grabbed my shoulders, and whispered, ‘Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. Your mother will never find out what happened between us.’ I began to tremble. And when he said, ‘I’ve waited 19 years for this moment,’ I felt as though my heart had stopped…” My name is Emilia. I’m 19 years old. My father, Robert, is 54, and my mother, Margareta, is 51. I had always been very close to my dad. Ever since I was little, he had protected me, helped me with my homework, and taken me for walks every Sunday. He was the person I trusted most in the world. But over the past few months, his behavior had started making me uncomfortable. He would often stare at me for minutes at a time. Whenever I noticed, he would smile and say: “You’ve grown into a very beautiful young woman.” At first, I didn’t pay much attention to his words. But one day, Dad suddenly asked me a strange question. “Emilia, if I kissed you one day, would you be upset with me?” I started laughing. “Dad, what kind of question is that? You kiss me on the cheek all the time!” His expression became serious. “I mean something different.” At that very moment, Mom walked into the kitchen. Dad immediately fell silent. I was left confused, unable to understand what he meant. The following week, he suggested that we go into the forest together. “Just the two of us,” he said. “I want us to spend a few hours alone.” Mom overheard our conversation. “Robert, why the forest of all places?” Dad smiled awkwardly. “Because no one will disturb us there.” Mom said nothing, but her face turned pale. I already had a feeling that something wasn’t right. Nevertheless, I agreed to go. On Sunday morning, we left home. Dad was unusually quiet in the car. Every now and then, he glanced at me, only to turn his attention back to the road. After about forty minutes, we arrived at the forest. At first, we followed an ordinary trail, but then Dad suggested that we venture deeper among the trees. “I want to show you a wonderful place.” “Dad, there’s hardly anyone around here.” “That’s exactly why I brought you here.” I began to feel uneasy. A few minutes later, we reached an old wooden bench. Dad stopped, looked around, and then turned toward me. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand. “We’re finally alone.” I looked at him in surprise. “What’s going on?” He looked directly into my eyes. “Emilia, come here. Let me kiss you.” Instinctively, I stepped back. “Dad, why are you talking like that?” He took a step toward me. “Because I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time.” I felt my heart beating faster and faster. “What are you trying to tell me?” Dad placed one hand on my shoulder. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.” I immediately pushed his hand away. “Dad, please, stop coming closer.” His expression changed. “Emilia, you’ve misunderstood me.” “THEN EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” He glanced toward the old bench. “First, I want you to do something for me.” “What?” “Close your eyes.” I froze. “Why?” “Trust me. Just for a few seconds.” “NO!” Dad let out a deep sigh. “I’ve waited nineteen years for this day.” At that moment, I remembered all his strange words. “You’ve grown into a very beautiful young woman.” “If I kissed you, would you be upset with me?” “No one will disturb us there.” I slowly began backing away. “I want to go home.” Dad reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. “Emilia, please. Look at this first.” I asked in a trembling voice: “What’s inside?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he said: “Your mother must never find out that I brought you here.” What happened next? Read the continuation in the comments!

    Who is it? I whispered.
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    — Ana. – Your mother.
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    I got involuntarily approached the bank, then stopped. I was still afraid, but curiosity was beginning to mix with horror.
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    And where is it now?
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    Dad bowed his head.
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    He died the day you were born.
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    For a few seconds, I haven’t heard anything. Neither the rust of the leaves, nor the birds, nor the wind that moved the branches above us.
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    I don’t understand, I murmured. If she was my mother, then who are you?
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    My father remained still.
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    I am Robert, the man who raised you. But I’m not your biological father.
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    I felt my breathtaking.
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