Richard's point of view; “No!” my mother protested almost immediately. “I am not letting that woman into this house,” she said, shaking her head firmly.I stared at her, feeling utterly helpless.“What choice do we have?” I sighed, turning toward Lilly, who still hadn’t stopped crying. Her voice had turned hoarse from crying so loud. “As far as she’s concerned, she’s just here with a bunch of strangers. Her mother’s the only one she knows.”But my mother was unmoved. “No, Richard. Don’t you see it? Laura planned this. She took that little girl because she knew she could use her to crawl back into your life,” she said, walking toward Lilly.“And I’m not going to let her,” she muttered, reaching out and grabbing Lilly by the arm. “Listen here, little girl,” she snapped. “You better behave! Your mother’s not here, and we’re all you’ve got.”“Mum!” I gasped, rushing to her side. Lilly froze, eyes wide with fear, before bursting into a louder, more frantic wail.“Stop it, Mum!” I hissed,
Richard’s Point of view; It read:Richard to Lily: 99.99% match.My heart skipped.Beside me, I felt Elizabeth’s grip loosen. I turned to her, unsure if what I felt was joy, relief, or something else entirely.“It’s a match,” I said quietly. “She’s my daughter.”Elizabeth nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. “Congratulations,” she whispered, her voice shaking. A tear slipped down her cheek.“I have to go,” she added. Before I could say anything else, she turned and rushed out. I followed, but by the time I got outside, she was already inside a cab. The door shut. The car pulled off.I let out a breath and turned back toward the hospital. My chest felt heavy. I had a daughter. This should’ve made me happy, but for some reason, it didn’t—not completely. Instead, I felt guilty.I walked back into the hospital, heading straight to the room where Laura and Lilly were. As soon as I entered, Laura looked up at me, a small smile playing on her lips as she searched my eyes.“The result is
Richard’s Point of View:I stood frozen, watching the little girl cling to me like she knew me. My eyes drifted to Elizabeth, who narrowed hers just slightly, her gaze flicking between me and the child. I peeled the girl’s arms gently away from my body.“I’m sorry, dear,” I said softly, crouching to her level. “But I’m not your father.”I lifted my eyes slowly to Laura, who stood just a few feet away with a satisfied smirk on her lips. That look alone irritated me.“What kind of game is this, Laura?” I asked, rising to my feet.“This is no game, Richard,” she replied, her voice laced with fake innocence. “This is our daughter. This is our Lilly.”I blinked. My stomach dropped.“Lilly, tell Daddy how old you are,” Laura instructed.“I am four daddy, I am four!” the little girl chirped with a proud smile.I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Stop this, Laura. It’s pathetic.”I stepped back, my eyes still on the child. She looked up at me with those wide, searching eyes—innocent, soft.
Elizabeth's point of view:“Sorry for your loss.”“He was a good man.”A few people murmured as they walked into the house, offering their condolences to Richard. I nodded politely, forcing a small smile.“Thank you,” I replied on Richard’s behalf.It had been a week since William died. Richard wasn’t himself. He hadn't cried—at least not yet—but he was distant, quiet. Sometimes I’d find him staring at nothing, completely lost in thought.Over the past few days, I’d barely left his side. He didn’t talk much to anyone except me, and I was the only person he let his guard down around. He let me handle everything—all the condolence messages, planning the funeral—and I did it willingly, wanting to ease the weight off him as the only child.I hadn’t brought up Laura, but I had seen her missed call on his phone and the message she had sent. I showed them to Richard, but we both agreed to ignore them.I still was angry, but I also knew this wasn’t the time to talk about her.“Would you like
Elizabeth's Point of View:“Who?” I stuttered, feeling like a boulder had just hit my chest. I stared at her, stunned.“What are you doing here?” Richard asked, eyes blazing—but it wasn’t the question I expected him to ask. He didn’t ask how she was here. wasn’t she supposed to be dead ?“I saw your picture on the blog,” she said. “You got engaged...I.." She began and Richard caught her off again. "What are you doing here?" Richard kept asking the wrong questions."I knew you’d bring her here, this is the same cabin you brought me on our honeymoon remember? Laura said and my gaze shifted to Richard.He closed his eyes, biting his lower lips, his fist clenching as though his patience was running thin. Then she answered his question, "I thought I could stay away but I can't, seeing you with another woman" she said, taking a step closer as though trying to hold him but he took a step back. "Stop it, Just stop...,” Richard snapped, cutting her off. “just get out of here""I stood there
Elizabeth's point of view;My face curved into a wide smile. I couldn’t believe it—I got paid to organize my own proposal.Richard eyes fixed on mine like I was the only thing that mattered.I froze. My breath caught in my throat. As I got closer to him, he took my hand gently, and then he began to speak.“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Elizabeth.”His voice shook a little, he sounded nervous. “When you came into my life, I was a mess... a broken man. I’d stopped believing in a lot of things. I never thought I could love again—honestly, I didn’t think I had anything left to give. But then you showed up.”He paused, a faint smile touching his lips as he gently rubbed his thumb against my hand.“You didn’t just teach me how to love again... you taught me how to love better. Freely. Fearlessly. You are love to me.”My eyes welled up, but he wasn’t done.“You’re my best friend. My peace. My good luck charm. Every part of my life got better with you in it, and now I can’