LOGINTo all my amazing readers, Thank you—from the depth of my heart—for walking through this journey with me. Your support, your patience, your comments, and your love kept me going every step of the way. I am truly grateful to everyone who stayed with this story until the very end. If at any point th
“Okay, Daddy,” Dimitri agreed. “I’ll go tell Mrs. Gloria to get me ready!” Denovon set him down carefully, and Dimitri dashed off to find Mrs. Gloria—who wasn’t just their cook but also Dimitri’s nanny. “Slow down, Dimitri!” Emily called with a tired sigh. “Why does he like running every time?”
“I promise you will never be at a disadvantage.” The words suddenly crossed Emily’s mind one warm summer afternoon as she was tidying her son’s room. She paused, walked quickly to the shelf, and pulled out a book that had been untouched for a long time. She opened a page—and there it was. Her
Emily lay on the hospital bed, her eyes fixed on her tiny son sleeping in the crib beside her. It had been four days since she gave birth, yet everything still felt unreal. She kept staring at him, afraid that if she blinked too long, he might disappear. They were still in the hospital and would re
(The Next Day) Emily’s eyelashes fluttered slowly, like they were too heavy to lift. Her lips parted, and she released a faint, shaky breath before her eyes finally opened—tired, hazy, but alive. “You’re awake,” Denovon said in relief, quickly leaning forward. He had been watching her for hours, w
Denovon had never felt so helpless in his life. He paced back and forth in front of the labour room door, his hands clenched tightly, his heart beating so fast it felt like it was punching his chest. Every soft cry and every faint sound coming from inside the room made his whole body stiffen in fea
“Reuben gave me this picture, and I got this one from my mother’s photo album. The woman is my mom,” Emily explained softly, placing both photographs on the table. Denovon leaned closer, confusion clouding his face as his eyes moved between the two photos. “Reuben gave you the photograph? How did h
"I'm well," Reuben said quietly in response to her question. His voice was calm, but his eyes stayed on Emily—deep and searching, as though he was trying to see through her soul. He could never have imagined that Emily would turn out to be his sister. The thought still felt unreal to him. Ever sinc
“Here,” Emily said to the nurse as she handed her the form and the small sealed bag that contained Reuben’s hair. Her hands trembled slightly as she did. The nurse glanced at the form, then looked up. “We will also need your own hair sample, ma’am.” “Use my blood,” Emily said quickly, her voice lo
"Where can I see her family, rather," Reuben asked, correcting himself from his question of where she was from. He didn't care where she was from; he only cared to meet her other family members. "I don't know. I haven't met any of her family members," Mr. Carter said in a low voice. "I have heard







