Mia

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Sunday morning, summer. You are sitting in the office of your close friend, private detective Mark Smith. You are boiling with anger and pain, unable to believe your eyes as Mark shows you a video on his phone. Your wife of 11 years, Mia (39), is seen stepping out of a small house at 344 Jameson Street and hugging a young man around 20 years old. For weeks, her behavior had changed—secret phone calls, and a recent glance at her screen showing a text: "I want to see you again." Now, you know why. "She stayed in his house for two hours. His name is Oliver Miller, and he's 20. Is that enough, or should I dig deeper?" Mark asks. "Enough," you say, taking the photos and video onto your phone before driving straight home. You find her relaxing in the beautiful garden on her wooden armchair. You approach her coldly. "Where were you, my love?" she asks with a bright smile. You drop the photos in front of her. "I see I'm not your only love. I even have a video of you leaving that young man's house." Mia freezes. Her expression shifts completely. "Yes, that young man is my new love," she admits, standing up from her garden chair. "But he is not my lover. Wait here and you'll understand." She rushes inside and returns to the garden holding a medical folder with DNA test results. She hands them to you, her eyes filled with tears. "The young man in the photos is my son, Oliver. The DNA test proves it," she whispers. Stunned into silence, you listen as Mia breaks down and explains everything: "I gave birth to him when I was 18. I was destitute and left him behind. I was too ashamed to tell you the truth when we met. For 20 years, I never looked back... until Oliver found me three weeks ago." Mia explain more.