ログイン“Mommy, why is the sun so bright here?”
The soft voice came from the airport bench, where little Arielle sat clutching her worn-out bunny doll. Elara smiled faintly, adjusting the jacket draped over her daughter’s shoulders. “Because this is our home, sweetheart. The sun always shines warmer in the place we once left behind.” Six years. It had been six long years since the night she walked away from that city without ever looking back. Now, with three little children by her side — Arielle, Maeve, and the ever-curious youngest, Eli — Elara returned, not as the broken woman she once was, but as a mother who had learned to stand tall on her scars. But the steps she took through that airport that day… would reopen the wounds she had buried so deeply. --- “Mommy, I want juice!” Maeve bounced beside her, her light-brown hair bobbing with every move. Elara chuckled softly. “Okay, but no running around, alright? Mommy will get—” THUD! A small body collided hard with someone. “Ow!” Eli fell backward, his big gray eyes staring up at the man he’d just bumped into. “I’m sorry, Mister!” Elara turned — and time stopped. The man standing before them had the same sharp eyes she once loved, the same face she had never been able to forget, no matter how hard she tried. Liam Ashford. The man who once said, “I don’t know her.” --- “Eli!” Elara’s voice trembled as she rushed forward, pulling her son to her side. Her breath caught in her throat, heart pounding wildly as the boy’s small hand gripped hers tightly. Liam stood frozen, staring at Eli with a look that wasn’t just shock — there was something else. Something familiar. “Are you alright, kid?” Liam’s voice was low, steady, but beneath it lingered a faint tremor. Eli nodded innocently. “I’m okay, Mister. But you’re really tall! And you kinda look like me.” Elara froze. Her pulse stopped for a heartbeat. Liam bent down, eyes locking on the boy’s face — the shape of his jaw, the gray of his eyes, even the small, lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Everything was the same. Exactly the same. --- “Elara…” Her name fell from his lips like a ghost he never expected to see again. Elara’s chest tightened, but her voice came out calm, detached. “I’m sorry, you’ve got the wrong person.” She tightened her grip on Eli’s hand and began to walk away. But before disappearing into the crowd, Eli turned back and waved brightly. “Bye-bye, Mister who looks like me!” That small, innocent smile hit Liam like a blade straight to the chest. He stood motionless, watching the woman and three children fade into the sea of people, his world shrinking with every step they took away from him. --- “Noah…” Liam’s voice was low when he finally dialed the number on his phone, his fingers trembling slightly. “Yes, Mr. Ashford?” came the familiar voice of his assistant. “Find someone for me.” “Who, sir?” Liam’s gaze lingered in the direction Elara had gone. His throat tightened. “Elara Wynters.” There was a brief silence on the other end. “But sir… I thought she was—” “She’s back.” Liam’s tone was cold, but beneath it, a quiet tremor bled through. “And she’s not alone.” --- Meanwhile, in the backseat of a taxi leaving the airport, Elara stared at her reflection in the window. Arielle rested against her lap, Maeve slept soundly on her shoulder, and Eli gazed out the window at the clear blue sky. “Mommy,” Eli asked softly, “why did that Mister look like me?” Elara’s lips trembled before she smiled faintly — a smile full of secrets and sorrow. “Because sometimes, Eli,” she whispered, brushing his hair gently, “the world has a strange way of showing us our past.”The atmosphere on the top floor of Ashford Group was unusually calm that morning. The sky outside was still gray after last night’s heavy rain. Liam sat behind his desk, staring blankly at a cup of coffee that had long gone cold. His thoughts drifted elsewhere. Ever since that unexpected encounter at the airport, the image of Elara—and the little boy who had bumped into him—had been haunting his peace.A soft knock broke the silence.“Come in,” he said flatly, not lifting his gaze.Noah entered, his expression tense, clutching a brown folder and a tablet in his hands. He bowed slightly before speaking.“Mr. Liam… I think you need to see this.”The seriousness in his tone made Liam raise his head. His brows furrowed.“What is it, Noah? You look… nervous.”Noah swallowed hard, hesitating before finally speaking.“Three children… came to the office yesterday. They… claimed to be your kids.”The words hung in the air, heavy and unreal. For a moment, silence swallowed the entire room. The
Rain poured heavily, drenching the city streets that shimmered under the glow of traffic lights. Amidst the rush of people running for shelter, three small children walked without umbrellas.Devano wrapped an arm around his shivering sister, Leviana, while Dirga clutched tightly onto the soaked piece of paper whose words For Our Father were fading away, washed out by the rain.Their steps were heavy. Each movement sent splashes of water from their drenched shoes.No one spoke.Devano kept his head down, his jaw tight, rage boiling quietly inside him. Every time he blinked, he saw it again — that woman’s hand, Celine’s hand, striking Leviana’s face. The sound of that slap echoed in his mind, louder than the storm, shattering his pride as the eldest brother.Behind him, Dirga’s small fists clenched. “I should’ve protected you,” he muttered, voice barely audible beneath the roar of rain.Leviana didn’t answer. Her empty eyes stared ahead, her tiny face streaked with a mix of rain and tea
“Excuse me, we’d like to meet Mr. Liam Ashford.”The small voice of Devano echoed faintly between the soft hum of the air conditioner and the clicking of heels in the luxurious lobby of Ashford Group.The receptionist — a young woman with a neat bun and polished smile — lifted her gaze, startled to see three small children standing in front of her desk.Devano stood at the front, trying to appear brave. In his hand was a slightly damp white envelope, stained by the rain outside. Dirga stood beside him, clutching a crumpled sheet of paper that read For Our Father. Meanwhile, little Leviana kept her head down, holding a paper cup of coffee that trembled in her tiny hands.The receptionist blinked several times, trying to make sense of the scene.“Um… I’m sorry, who did you say you were looking for?”“Mr. Liam Ashford,” Devano replied firmly. “We want to give him this letter.”The woman looked at them uncertainly. “And… who are you?”Devano’s eyes didn’t waver. “We’re his children.”The
“Dev, are you sure Mama won’t find out?” Leviana’s small voice trembled as the three of them stood before the front door. Morning dew clung to the windows, and the cold air bit at their cheeks. In her little hands, she held a cup of coffee she had struggled to make herself. Its faint aroma mixed with the nervousness thick in the air.Devano glanced at the cracked toy watch on his wrist. “Mama left half an hour ago. We have to hurry. We need to be back before noon.”Dirga, clutching a wrinkled piece of paper with big red letters scrawled across it — For Our Father — nodded quietly. “I’m ready.”They exchanged a look — three small faces filled with courage far bigger than their years. Then slowly, Devano opened the door, and the world outside greeted them — a vast, noisy city, glistening with leftover rain from the night before.Their small footsteps echoed along the sidewalk. Cars sped by, horns blaring without mercy. Leviana clutched Dirga’s hand tightly, while Devano led the way, sta
“Why does everyone at school have a dad, but we don’t?”Leviana’s small voice broke the quiet of the night. The living room lights were dimmed, leaving only the flickering glow from the television. Dirga, who was putting together a puzzle on the floor, looked up briefly, while Devano — the eldest of the three siblings — remained silent, his face serious.“Teacher said,” Leviana continued softly, “a dad is someone who protects his family. But Mama never tells us about ours…”Dirga snorted. “Maybe our dad was a bad guy,” he said carelessly. But Devano shot him a sharp look that made the boy lower his gaze.“Don’t say that, Dirga. We don’t know anything.”Silence returned. In the next room, Elara was fast asleep after a long day at work. The rain fell gently outside, making their small house feel lonelier than ever.Devano stood and looked at the old laptop lying on the table. “We can find out,” he whispered.Leviana frowned. “How?”“Mama’s laptop. Maybe there’s a picture of him in there
“Double-check that report, Noah. I want to know everything about them—their address, school, even the smallest habits if necessary.”Liam’s tone was cold, yet his eyes stared blankly at the computer screen before him.Noah swallowed hard. “Sir, are you sure you want—”“Just do it,” Liam cut him off sharply, his voice low and heavy, as if holding back something ready to explode from within. “I need answers. Now.”He pushed back his chair and slammed his fist on the desk, making the stack of files tremble. His breath came ragged—not from anger, but fear. Fear of something he had refused to believe for years.The image of that little boy’s face flashed again in his mind. The eyes that looked so familiar, the same nose, even the way the child ran—it was like staring into a reflection of his own past.“He looks a lot like you, sir,” Noah finally murmured.Liam’s gaze snapped toward him. “What do you mean?”Noah glanced down at the report in his hands. “I traced the medical records and birt







