Chapter 8 The Revelation

Standing amidst the solemnity of the cemetery, I could feel the weight of grief pressing on me as the gray clouds hung low. The air was thick with sorrow, but a different storm raged within me. My heart quickened as I watched Alex, his revelation shook my very core.

"What do you mean you're my brother?! What is the meaning of this nonsense Alex?!"

I snapped as I looked at him angrily. What was he even yapping about?! Why would he say such to me?!

"You do know this is a private event?! I want you out of here."

I exclaimed as I pointed to the other way where he could leave. Alex didn't move, he just kept standing there while he reached into his pocket and brought out an envelope from his pocket. He handed it to me.

"What is this?!"

I asked and he shrugged.

"Maya," he said, his voice laden with an uneasy calm, "Calm down and I'll tell you all you need to know."

My eyes narrowed, anger bubbling beneath the surface. "Talk? What more is there to say?"

He pointed at the envelope in my hand. "Open it. It's the truth."

Reluctantly, I unfolded the papers, revealing DNA test results that claimed Alex was indeed my brother, born of the same blood that coursed through my veins. I crumpled the paper and threw it away, unwilling to accept the reality.

"I don't care about your so-called proof. Why tell me now? Why reveal this twisted truth on the day I lay my father to rest?" I spat out the words, my grief intertwined with a newfound anger.

Why was this happening?! Why were things different now? I was reliving the same timeline but things had been vastly different ever since then. What pushed Alex to reveal this now?! Why didn't he reveal it before?!

That was my question. Before, when my father had died, nothing of the sort had happened. I buried my father peacefully with Michael by my side.

Unless, my eyes widened in realization.

When Michael was on the phone on the day I had drowned, he talked about a man bringing the documents that I had to sign. Was that man Alex?! I thought as I looked at him.

His eyes held a steely determination as he m brought out a phone, playing a video. My father's face appeared on the screen.

"Talk."

Alex's voice said in the background.

My father sighed and looked at the camera. He was just as I remembered, his greying dark hair, thick rimmed glasses and mustache. It was him and by the way he looked, the video must have been taken before he got sick.

"If you're watching this Maya it means that you have found out that Alexander Anderson is your brother. I'm sorry I kept this from you."

Involuntary tears fell from my eyes as I watched and listened to my father's voice.

"I only just recently found out that I fathered a son and now I want to make things right."

"I have legally transferred my shares to Alexander Anderson and this will become effective when I die. Alexander will also become the new chairman of the board of directors and he also owns half of the mansion that you know as our home."

"I'm sorry I kept this from you Maya."