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
"Stop crying, you have been crying for some time now, you will get sick," Vivienne said with a helpless sigh. Evelyn had been crying since she came to her, and Vivienne didn’t know how to console her. "I shouldn’t have told her, she now hates me," Evelyn said with a trembling voice. Her eyes had tu
Emily fell silent. She didn’t want to worsen the tension that already filled the room like heavy smoke. Reuben clenched his jaw, his dark eyes flashing with irritation. “You’re really getting on my nerves,” he said to Denovon with a sigh, his voice low but edged with frustration. Without another wo
Reuben stood at the grave of Old Martin Rowland with a cold face. His expression was blank, his eyes fixed on the tombstone in front of him. He wasn’t present when they buried him; Denovon was the one who told him where the old man was buried. The graveyard was quiet, surrounded by trees that swaye
“You are,” Emily said firmly. Her voice trembled with emotion, but her eyes were bright. “We have the same mother.” She quickly brought out a folded piece of paper and handed it to him. “This is the DNA result. And the woman in the photograph you gave me yesterday… she’s my mother too.” Reuben too







