LOGINMartha stepped further into the living room, her grip tightening around the tiny bundle in her arms. The baby stirred slightly but didn’t cry—just nestled deeper into her warmth as every eye in the room turned toward them.Zayne was the first to move. He walked up to her slowly, disbelief etched into every line of his face.“Ma’am,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “Please—what’s going on? How are you connected to all this? That woman—” he pointed at Avelina, confusion and desperation in his tone “—she’s not our Avelina.”Martha’s expression softened, almost pitying. She took a deep breath, her voice steady and firm.“You’re wrong, Zayne,” she said, her gaze fixed on him. “That is Avelina. She’s your ex-girlfriend… the woman you married.”The room fell deathly silent.Zayne froze, his eyes widening as he turned slowly toward Avelina. His lips parted, but no sound came out. The blood drained from his face.Kyllian’s head jerked toward Avelina too, shock flashing across his featur
It was Avelina.Her chest heaved slightly, as though she had rushed there. Her hair was tousled from the wind, her expression unreadable, her eyes searching the room until they landed on Alina — the woman sitting comfortably beside Zayne, wearing her face.Zayne’s knife dropped to his plate with a sharp clang. His mother’s hand flew to her mouth.Kyllian slowly rose to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest as realization set in — the moment he’d been dreading and anticipating all at once had finally arrived.Alina shot to her feet, her chair scraping harshly against the marble floor.Her voice rang through the dining hall, sharp and trembling with fury.“You?” she spat, her eyes wide with disbelief and rage. “What are you doing here? I thought you disappeared! Why are you back now—when I already solved the problem you couldn’t solve for me?”The room fell deathly still.Avelina stood frozen in the doorway, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her gaze swept across the faces stari
Kyllian parked his car in the driveway, the low hum of the engine fading as he opened the door. The evening air was cool, carrying the faint scent of flowers from the garden surrounding Zayne’s house. A small gathering had already started in the yard—a few close family members, soft laughter, and the occasional clink of cutlery from the dining table on the patio. It was meant to be just a casual dinner, intimate enough for conversation, but formal enough to mark the long-awaited reunion.He stepped out of the car, adjusting his jacket, and looked around. The soft golden light spilling from the house windows reflected off the polished marble tiles, casting warm shadows over the guests. Waiters moved quietly, carrying trays of drinks and appetizers, while children played near the fountain, their giggles carrying through the night air.Zayne spotted him first, striding across the lawn with that familiar confident gait. “Kyllian!” he called, his voice full of genuine warmth, eyes lighting
Her mother took a deep breath, steadying herself before speaking. “You… you’ve been in an accident before, Avelina. Two years ago. That’s why we are where we are now… why things have been the way they are.”Avelina’s brow furrowed. “Two years ago? What do you mean? How? What happened?”Her mother’s voice grew soft, almost breaking. “You were in an accident… and it took away your face. The doctors… they mistakenly reconstructed your face… using your twin sister’s features. The face you have now… it’s not really yours.”Avelina froze, her hands tightening around the baby. “Not… my real face?” she whispered, as if saying it aloud might make it real.Her mother nodded, tears streaming down her own cheeks. “Yes… it’s not. But… I kept a photo of you from before, your real face. Here.” She reached into the back of her phone case, her hands trembling as she handed Avelina a small photo.Avelina took it slowly, her fingers brushing the edges like it was fragile glass. She stared at it, her min
Avelina ended the call slowly, her hands still trembling slightly as she lowered the phone. She looked up at Kyllian, who was watching her between bites of his food, curiosity written all over his face.“So,” he asked carefully, setting his fork down, “what now? Are you still going to follow me to Zayne’s this evening for dinner while you wait in the car, or… are you meeting your mother first? Because there’s not much time. The dinner is almost starting, which means you have to choose between the two.”Avelina paused, thinking carefully. Her mind raced, weighing both options. Meeting her mother now might answer some of the questions she’d been carrying for days. But going to Zayne’s house meant confronting another part of her past that she wasn’t ready for yet.Finally, she looked up at Kyllian and nodded. “Yeah… I’ll meet my mom first,” she said firmly. “You should go. Try to get whatever information you can about… me. Anything that might help.”Kyllian blinked, a small smile tugging
Kyllian sat quietly for a moment, his hand absently rubbing the back of his neck as his mind raced. The more he thought about what Avelina had said, the more his concern grew. There were too many unanswered questions, too many coincidences that didn’t sit right. Finally, he drew in a deep breath and looked up at her.“I think,” he said carefully, “I might have an idea.”Avelina’s eyes lifted from the cup she was holding. “What kind of idea?”Kyllian leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “We’ll go together to meet them—Zayne and his family. But you’ll stay in the car while I go inside first. I need to make sure it’s safe, that these people really are your family and they’re actually looking for you.”Her brows knitted together. “You want me to wait in the car?”“Yes,” he replied firmly. “Until I confirm who they are and what they know. If anything feels off, you stay hidden. I don’t want you walking into something we don’t understand.”Avelina hesitated. She looked at him fo







