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��Is this some kind of sick joke?!�� He fumed. ��Miguel, what happened?�� Kay pretended to now know of what��s going on. ��Joseph is my son! He��s mine!�� He snarled. ��Miguel, honey, what are you talking about?�� Kay rubbed his shoulders back and forth. ��Someone has sent me this letter, telling me that Joseph is not my son! How can this be? Charity and I have been faithful to each other for three years!�� He pounded his fist on the counter. ��Miguel, is it authentic?�� Kay wasn��t trying to make her interrogation so obvious. ��Hell, I��m about to find out once Charity comes back!�� He is so furious with the idea that Charity have been deceiving him. After all this time��he invested so much in their relationship��and she had to do him like this.

Miguel trusted her; he trusted her with his life; why would she go behind his back like that? ��Miguel, calm down.�� Kay said.

��Calm down? Calm down? Kay, how in the hell I��m gonna calm down when my son��s life is at stake?�� He raised.

��I��m sorry, Miguel. I didn��t mean to upset you.��

��Kay, I need to be alone right now. Please leave.�� He sighed, annoyingly.

Kay was stunned to hear Miguel say that to her. Why would he tell her to leave when she is trying to be there for him and help him get through this? Kay didn��t waver around and she grabbed her clothes from last night. She put them on and descended the stairs. She found her way to the door and departed. ��Damn it, Miguel! You got to come around. Try to understand that I��m going to support you no matter what.�� She said to herself as she sits behind her steering wheel.
Miguel crumbled instantly and slumped to the floor. ��Damn you, Charity! How could you do this to me? This little boy was my whole world! He��s my pride and joy and you had to take that away! How will I tell my family that I don��t have a son?!�� He shouted. ��Where the hell are you?!�� He blustered. ��Morning, Eric.�� Charity kissed his cheek. ��Morning Charity.�� Eric yawned and looked at her. ��Charity, I��ve been thinking . . .��

��Thinking? Thinking about what?��

��I��ve been thinking about what we��ve done.��

Charity is a little bewildered by his expression. ��Eric, no one must ever know . . .�� Eric blinked at her. ��Charity, my daughter is in the other room; she has the right to know about her brother. We made a promise to keep this secret of not telling Miguel or Kay about Joseph. He��s our son. I know Miguel is a good father. But you have to admit that he can not take my place. It kills me everyday to know that I can��t be there to hold my own son and Joseph knows that I am his daddy. You saw how quiet he got when I held him. It��s not odd for a three year old boy to not know his father.��
Charity stayed quiet and took heed to what he was saying. ��I know, we have to tell Miguel before he gets too attached
to Joseph.��

��Don��t you think it��s a tad too late?��

��Eric, don��t look at me like that.��

��Look at you like what?�� Eric squinted his eyes at her.

��Like that!�� She pointed out to his expression.

��I��m sorry that I��m a little frustrated, Charity. But you know sooner or later the truth will come out and when it does; how will he handle it?�� He calmed back down.

��I don��t know. This is all confusing to me, Eric. I can��t live like this forever.�� Charity is consumed with guilt. ��You know I��m not condoning this, but I��m only doing this because you asked me to. I care deeply about you, Charity. Our love has brought Joseph into this world. And I��m not going to sit here and deny it.�� He protested.

��I know.�� She replied quietly. ��Eric, there��s something I have to tell you.�� Eric fixed his eyes on her. ��What is it, Charity? Is Joseph in trouble?�� He started to pant. Charity shook her head. ��I believe we should tell Miguel the truth sooner, he should come to New York.��

Eric blinked at her. ��Are you nuts? We can��t do that! We��ll wait until my business trip is over with��and I don��t need my daughter around all of this arguing.�� He declared.

��You��re right. We��ll wait until your business trip is over with and then we��ll tell him once we return back to Harmony.�� Occupied as ever, Simone is at her desk working hard and she told the person to come in. ��Miguel? How are you?�� Simone was surprised to see him. She stood up and gave him a tender embrace. He kissed Simone on the cheek. ��Hey, I��m good. You?�� He smiled and looked at her, worriedly. ��Miguel, what��s wrong?�� He looks horrible. Simone thought. ��Simone, I had received some news that Joseph isn��t my son.�� Simone dropped her coffee before she was about to drink it. Oh, no. how could he have found out about this? . . . Kay, she had to be up to this; she had to . . . Miguel blinked
at her. ��Simone, did you hear what I just said, are you all right?�� He asked dryly.

��I��m fine, Miguel. I guess I��m nervous.�� She cracked a wry grin.

��Simone, maybe you need to sit down.�� Miguel offered.

��No, I have to clean this up.�� She nervously stated. ��Let me help you.�� He beamed. She insisted for him to help her, she wasn��t going to argue with him: she knew better. ��Thanks.�� She was a bit embarrassed. ��How did you find out that Joseph is not your son?�� She queried calmly. ��I��ve received a letter this morning. ��I need to find out if it��s true. Will you help me out?�� pleaded Miguel. Simone dropped her bottom lip and was about to answer until her phone started ringing. ��Hold on, Miguel. I got to answer this.�� She exchanged a brief smile.

��Sure.�� He curved his lips.

��Hello?��

��Simone, is Miguel in there?�� Kay asked.

Simone couldn��t say her name out loud. ��Yes.�� She answered slowly.

��Is he about to ask you if it��s true?��

Simone closed her eyes, looking horrified. ��Yes.��

��Simone, what ever you do; you got to stall him. Don��t let him find out yet. Wait until Charity come back and then give him the okay.�� Simone hates it when Kay tries to tell her what to do. She heaved out a sigh. ��All right. Call me immediately, whenever you feel more pain. OK? Bye-bye.�� Simone played it off smoothly and hanged up. Kay noted to herself. ��Simone, do not rat out on me. My life depends on it.��

Miguel stared at her hard. ��Well?��

��Well, what?�� Simone pretended she didn��t hear his question from early.

��Well, will you help me find out if it��s true?�� Miguel had to inform her again.

��Yes, but you know we have to have Charity here with you.�� Simone clasped her hands. She remembered she can��t reveal to him that she already has the actual results of who the father is. And if Miguel discovers that she knew all along; he won��t forgive her. ��I understand. But I don��t want to do it that way, Simone. I need to find out now.�� insisted Miguel. Simone knew that Miguel is relentless when it comes to deciphering a covert meaning especially when it deals with him. ��Can��t we do this another way?�� Miguel hoped for Simone to give him the answer. ��Miguel . . . I.�� He stopped her before she answered. He shut the door and moved closer to her. ��I promise I will pay you back. You owe this to me.
Please, Simone. I��m begging you. We��re talking about my future here.�� He gestured.

She felt guilty when she kept her eyes on him and don��t know what to do. She��s facing a dilemma: if she helps Miguel, she��ll betray Kay; if she helps Kay, she��ll betray Miguel. ��Simone, I��m begging you.�� He squeezed her small hand firmly. ��I will pay you back, I promise.�� His eyes didn��t shift from hers. She sighed. Sorry, Kay. Miguel must learn the truth. He��s my friend, too. She contemplated deeply. ��Miguel, you��re that desperate to know if that letter withholds the truth?�� He nodded at her statement.

��Simone, if it��s false; then it needs to be debunked. Please, help me. What do I have to do in order to convince you?�� Simone was utterly confounded and she observed the desperate look in his eyes. He looked like hell and she wasn��t going to put him through it anymore. ��Miguel, if you��re not the father��do you have a good idea of maybe the father of Joseph?�� Simone folded her arms. ��Yeah, I have one person in mind.�� He frowned.