LOGINOn the day Luke Smith attended his dear friend's funeral with his child, the media swarmed around me, questioning if I was the child's biological mother.Luke Smith, the high-society sensation, adored by all.For seven years, I was his secret lover, and how he spoiled me was the talk of the town.But eventually, he said, "Hazel, she's just a minor celebrity. What makes her think she can marry into the Smiths?"Indeed, his later wife, hailing from a prestigious lineage, epitomized grace and charm. Her only flaw was her inability to bear children.Facing eager reporters, I smiled, "I hardly know Mr. Smith. With that said, I wish him and his wife a lifetime of happiness and a joyful family."The news quickly went viral online.That very night, Luke Smith, disheveled and troubled, embarked on a long journey to San Anglos with his child.
View MoreA week after I turned down Luke, he came knocking at my door again, this time with Misty by his side.The new viral café in San Anglos was bustling with people. I took every precaution not to be recognized, donning a hat and sunglasses.Luke ordered a glass of milk for the little girl, who was too small to sit at a regular table. She perched on a stool, looking incredibly cute. Luke leaned down and said something to her before abruptly turning her towards me. "Misty, say hi to Mommy."Clearly startled by his actions, Misty hesitated. Her big, round, shining eyes stared at me, as if she couldn't quite comprehend why the person in front of her had suddenly become her mother. Her stubborn little face showed her reluctance, but under Luke's threat, she reluctantly called out to me. In that moment, memories of Luke's grandfather's threats from years ago resurfaced, and I couldn't help but stop him. "Don't call me 'Mommy.' I'm no mother to her. Have I ever raised her?""Luke," I held m
Speaking of which, I had met Julie once before.It was during the second year of my breakup with Luke. I had just left an after-party and was heading home when I saw Julie waiting downstairs.Before that, Julie and I had only briefly bumped into each other at a bar. After a few years, she hadn't changed much and still exuded an air of elegance.She told me her child was sick and asked for my help. In theory, I should have declined. I did initially refuse because I wanted to avoid any connection with their social circle to prevent further emotional turmoil.But when Julie showed me a photo of Misty, my eyes welled up almost involuntarily.In the photo, the little girl had two moles at the corner of her eyebrow – one on the left and one on the right, perfectly symmetrical and quite beautiful. When my own child was born, I had noticed similar moles from a distance.I couldn't believe such a coincidence existed in this world. Furthermore, I couldn't fathom why, when the child fell il
When Justin and I walked back home hand in hand, my mother was busy directing the helpers in a thorough cleaning. We had already acquired quite a few items for the upcoming wedding, and they were piled up in the living room. Some of them couldn't fit, so they ended up temporarily stored in our master bedroom."How was it today? Was it crowded over there? In the past, when it wasn't too busy, I used to go there for lunch. But now that it's become more popular, I don't really feel like joining the hustle and bustle," my mother commented."It was alright, not too crowded. We should bring you along next time," I replied.Although the wedding plans hadn't been confirmed yet, Justin was being very kind and treating my mother as if she were his own. My mother smiled and teasingly pushed him away with a broom, saying, "Okay, okay, you two go somewhere else. I'm cleaning up here, so don't disturb me, or I won't be making dinner for you tonight, and you'll have to take care of yourselves."J
"But Luke, my child is gone. How do you expect me to forgive? While you have your happy family, am I destined to grow old alone?"Outside the cathedral, cars passed on a pathway blanketed with golden ginkgo leaves. Each passing car stirred up a whirlwind of the withered leaves."You compromised in the end too, didn't you? You're married now. Why come back to waste my time? Does your wife know you're here?" I rubbed my slightly sore arm, thinking that tomorrow would probably be rainy. These past couple of years, due to relentless work, I had acquired some occupational ailments. I couldn't risk exposure to the wind; it made my whole body ache.Luke tried to take off his coat to offer it to me, but I declined, creating a considerable distance between us.Seeing that I wouldn't compromise, he changed the subject. "Today is Max's funeral. I attended and brought a gift on your behalf. The funeral arrangements were impeccably done."The news of Max's sudden demise had caught everyone b






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