ANMELDEN*SIENNA*It had only been two days since I left Elvis.During lunch, I invited Clara to a restaurant near our workplace.“You’re just picking at your food,” she said. I exhaled and laid the cutlery on the table.What’s troubling you, Sienna?I don't know. I haven’t been able to sleep properly for two days. Is this about a man?I gave her a sharp look. “No!”Then what’s bothering you?I sighed quietly and told her everything that had happened over the past few days.“I can’t stop thinking about that baby,” I said softly.Is it because your babies would have been the same age as him?I shrugged slightly. “I guess.Did Alexander look like the type that will adopt a child?I can’t imagine him doing that. My lips pressed together. “I found it strange too. But he said he adopted the child because he helped him stay steady. Granted, Elvis is an adorable baby. Still, I keep wishing he were my son. I can’t get past the fact that Alexander said otherwise.“Why don’t you find out more about th
*SIENNA*Who’s a good boy?” I whispered as I made my way down the stairs with Elvis in my arms. I couldn’t help smiling when I saw Benita arranging the living room.“Oh, you’re back. How are you feeling?” I asked.She grinned back at me . “I’m fine now. I can see that you and Elvis got along nicely.I smiled down at the baby in my arms.Yes… we did.”“Breakfast is ready,” she told me.I nodded and walked into the dining room with Elvis.I saw Alexander wearing a white shirt… he was sitting there, holding a newspaper in his hand.He didn’t look at me… and I didn’t say hey to him.“Dada… dada…I realized he was trying to say “daddy,” and it was such a joy to hear.Alexander set his newspaper aside and smiled at his little boy.“My little prince is awake… Did you sleep well?” He reached out and ruffled his hair softly. I brought the baby’s specially prepared breakfast and tried to feed him, but he kept tilting his head away.“Come on, Elvis… you have to eat.” I urged, but he still didn
*SIENNA*Elvis was eleven months old.If my twins were alive… they would also be eleven months old.I was certain.Could it be that…My breath hitched.Al… Alexander, is he truly your son?” I asked.He faced me. “Yes.A rush of happiness filled me.Is he our son“No.” He interrupted.Still… he’s eleven months old. I still remember when I was told our sons were dead… you didn’t let me see their bodies because you said it would hurt me too much. Our child's is dead. I adopted Elvis from an orphanage.He interrupted again.“Adopted?”I was still hopeful, believing he might be one of my sons.He had to be.When our sons died and you left me, I was broken. I managed to attend only one charity event, where we donated items to an orphanage. That was when I saw Elvis. They told me he was just a month old when he was abandoned at the back of the orphanage as a newborn.My eyes filled with tears.Why did I feel so hard to accept?Is that the truth? Is he truly not one of our sons?”I glanced
*SIENNA*I returned to the baby's bedroom and settled into a chair next to his bed.I simply wanted to watch him sleep.If my children were still alive...What would their lives look like right now?I pictured taking them on strolls...feeding them and humming lullabies to them.Elvis somehow eased the ache of losing my babies.And over the next few days, I acted exactly like his mother.I became incredibly attached to him and he seemed to prefer being in my arms too.He would constantly pat my cheeks with his tiny fingers.He was such a sweet baby who enjoyed eating...sleeping...playing and giggling.It broke my heart whenever he cried.There was one occasion when I was in the kitchen preparing his food and he tumbled over in the living room.I felt terrible trying to calm him down.It was 9 pm and I'd finally gotten Elvis to fall asleep.I worried the TV might disturb him so I grabbed a magazine to read instead.Suddenly I heard footsteps and my heart jumped.Someone had entered the
*SIENNA*It had been three days since Alexander departed for his trip.Ethan had honored his promise and regularly visited Elvis.He was currently in his office reviewing some documents to better understand a case when his phone rang.Noticing it was Benita, he immediately answered."Hello, Mr Graves."Ethan became concerned.Her voice sounded fragile."What's wrong? Did something happen? Are you and Elvis alright?""Elvis is fine but I've gotten sick and my fever is really bad. I'm afraid I can't properly care for him like this. I'm scared I don't want him to get ill too.Ethan paused to think."I think it's better if I hire a temporary nanny to care for Elvis for a few days. That way, you can rest and get well.""I don't think bringing in a stranger is wise. You know his father wants to keep Elvis's existence private for now. I believe you should find someone you know personally and trust completely. Or you could look after him yourself." Benita suggested.Ethan became worried.Who
*SIENNA*"Alexander, what exactly do you want from me? Why do you keep hurting me this way? You proposed marriage and I accepted. You asked for a divorce and I didn't fight it. Still, you won't leave me alone. You have Kate now but you're here messing with my feelings...do you seriously want two women?" Tears streamed down my face...I couldn't stop them.He was driving me crazy and I'm tired of it He knelt before me and dried my face with a handkerchief.His touch was so gentle and it only made me cry harder.When he acted like this...I felt myself falling deeper in love with him...When he was this soft...he completely melted my heart.And ultimately...I'd be left heartbroken again. But I couldn't continue this cycle anymore.I pushed his hand aside and got up."Alexander, please go." I whispered.I was shocked when he didn't argue…Instead, he began buttoning his shirt, looking at me warmly while he did.Good night." He said, grabbing his suit jacket.He walked toward the door an







