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Five years later, he watched his former lover holding an unknown child. Swallowing anguish, he turned away—yet love burned hotter than ever. Cornering her against the car door, his bruising kiss demanded answers: "Whose child is this?" A tear slid past her beauty mark: "Guess." As he tore at her collar, their matching tattoo glared under streetlights—his initials etched on her collarbone. Rain hammered the windshield when a tiny voice shattered the night: "Mommy, why is Uncle L mad at you?"
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