LOGINI couldn’t help but keep staring at the photograph on my phone, I kept on zooming in on the name Bruno had sent me.It was my father’s name.I read it again, hoping I had somehow mistaken it, but there was no doubt about it.I slowly lowered the phone, this can’t be real. My father’s name? Or was this forged?What did my father have to do with Helena’s past? He didn’t even know about this or so i thought.He had been dead for years, and as far as I knew, he had never been involved in anything concerning Evelyn’s mother. No one knew about her mother when we knew her, we just figured Diana was her step mom and we all flowed with it. No one question anything because there wasn’t any need to.In fact, I had always believed Helena’s life before marrying him was none of my business. She rarely spoke about it, and whenever I asked questions, she would simply smile and change the subject.Now I was beginning to understand why.I immediately called Bruno and he answered almost instantly.“Di
I had replayed what Bruno just several times in my head, but the words still refused to make sense.Evelyn was Helena’s daughter! Evelyn, the woman carrying my child? The woman I was once married to is technically my step sister? How does that even make any sense?We might not be related by blood but there’s an extent to relationships.My stepmother had a child before she became part of my family, and somehow, that child is someone I’ve realized I'm deeply in love with. I dropped my phone onto the desk and leaned back in my chair.This is completely ridiculous and unbelievable.Helena had been part of my life for as long as I could remember. She had raised me, supported me and stood by me through some of the most difficult periods of my childhood. I had never known her to have a daughter, let alone one she had supposedly given up for adoption.And Evelyn?How was I supposed to look at her the same way again?I picked up my phone and opened her message. I had called her several time
I stared at Dr. Reeves, desperately trying to understand what he had just told me.“Someone I already know?” I repeated, I was confused at this point.He nodded slowly.“Who is it?” I demanded, I needed to know who was behind all this and made me suffer for years.He looked uncomfortable and his eyes moved briefly towards the envelope in my hand before returning to my face. “You know her. She’s someone who was close to you.” “I have no idea, Dr Reeves. Just tell me.” I couldn’t help but urge him to tell me the truth rather than beating around the bush. “It’s Lily’s mum, Evelyn. It’s Diana.” He said.For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood him. “Diana?” I asked. “Lily’s mother? The woman who raised me basically?” “Yes.” He nodded again.I let out a short, disbelieving laugh and shook my head. “No. That doesn’t make any sense. Why would Diana have anything to do with my mother? She was just someone who my dad married. She said she has never met my mum?”“Because she knows more ab
I couldn’t breathe properly and for a moment, I thought I had heard Bruno wrongly.I stared at him, waiting for him to correct himself, to laugh nervously and tell me that this was some terrible misunderstanding.I thought he would tell me I was misunderstanding what he said but he didn’t to my surprise.His expression was serious, and the silence that followed his words only made everything worse.“Say that again,” I whispered, barely catching my breath.Bruno swallowed. “Evelyn, I just said it…”“No.” I shook my head, taking a step backwards. “Don’t say my name. Just tell me what you meant, Bruno. Tell me the truth and quit playing games with me!”He glanced at Bryan before looking back at me. Lily had gone unusually quiet too and nobody seemed willing to meet my eyes.I looked at Bruno again. “Are you telling me that Helena was my mother?” Then glancing back at Bryan. “His step mother? My ex mother in law?”He nodded slowly and then a strange sound escaped my throat. It was almos
I had a feeling my day was about to get worse.I just had that gut feeling the moment I woke up today, alongside my reminisce about what began and I used to share.Bryan was sitting in my shop as he kept on staring at me while Bruno was standing beside the counter, and neither man seemed willing to leave. If Bryan had left, Bruno would have said whatever he came to say and then, I’d have made sure he never comes back here. The atmosphere had become so uncomfortable that I was beginning to regret opening the shop that morning.All I had wanted was to find out what Bruno knew about my mother and apparently, that was too much to ask for a peaceful day.“Are you going to tell me what you know or not?” I asked Bruno.He glanced at Bryan before returning his attention to me. “I will, Evelyn. I just need you to understand that once I tell you, things might never be the same again. I hope you understand that.”I folded my arms. “Bruno, my life hasn’t been the same for months. My mother is m
I was beginning to regret letting Bryan into my house in the first place, and it wasn’t because he had done anything wrong that evening, but because of what he had left behind.We now share another set of memories, something I’ve desperately tried to ignore for months. But on thr brighter side, it’s not like the bad ones we shared months back. That would be wierd. The memories seemed to follow me everywhere, showing up when I least expected them. Sometimes, it was the sight of the flowers he had brought me and other times, it was the little maternity dress he had bought, which I had folded neatly and placed inside my wardrobe despite telling myself I had no intention of wearing anything he gave me.That morning, it was the memory of his laughter.I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, brushing my hair, when I remembered the way Bryan had laughed the night he visited me. It hadn’t been the arrogant laugh I knew so well, the one he used whenever he thought he had won an argument. It







