A silence fell between them as Dionisia tried to figure out the right thing to say. In truth, there was no right thing to say, only the direct truth or a modified version of it. She'd always valued honesty, hence why she hadn't allowed Ari to marry her without knowing the complete truth even if he'd withheld part of the truth from her, but now she'd gone and done something dishonest.
"Sort of," she said in a voice so quiet she could barely hear it herself. "I did something and I'm not sure if it was the right decision. I... I told Elliott's biological father he existed." And she didn't regret that, not in itself. Ben deserved to know he had a son, but Ari should have been involved with the conversation leading up to it. Now if he found out, he might make assumptions—he might hate her.
"Sort of," she said in a voice so quiet she could barely hear it herself. "I did something and I'm not sure if it was the right decision. I... I told Elliott's biological father he existed." And she didn't regret that, not in itself. Ben deserved to know he had a son, but Ari should have been involved with the conversation leading up to it. Now if he found out, he might make assumptions—he might hate her.
