Daphne's POV The car was too quiet for comfort.Oliver was driving, his hands steady on the wheel, though I could see how tense his jaw was. Beside him sat Daisy’s father, staring straight out of the windshield with the same cold silence he’d been keeping since yesterday. In the back seat with me, Daisy’s mum sat with her head turned slightly toward the window, her lips moving every now and then in a whisper that sounded like a prayer.I folded my hands in my lap, my heart thudding. The silence was heavier than words. None of us wanted to speak, maybe because deep down, we all knew that answers waited ahead—answers we weren’t sure we were ready to face.Then it happened.Out of nowhere, Oliver slammed on the brakes. The car screeched, lurching forward, and I grabbed the seat in front of me as my heart jumped into my throat. Ahead of us, just inches away from the bumper, an old woman stood frozen, her basket of vegetables spilled across the road.“God,” Oliver breathed, throwing the c
Joan's POV It’s been two days since that humiliating scene at Oliver’s house. Two days since Daisy’s parents looked at us like trash and ordered us out of their home like we were criminals. The memory burns in my chest every time I think about it—the shame, the way Christine kept fueling the fire, the way Xavier shouted like a fool, and Jonah… well, Jonah only made things worse.Since then, I haven’t said a word to Christine or Xavier. Not one. Every time I see their faces, I feel the sting of humiliation all over again. I keep asking myself—how did I even end up in the middle of all this?Last night, I lay awake staring at the ceiling, thinking about my life. The thought hit me like a heavy stone: I couldn’t stay here anymore. Not in Christine’s house. Not with her chaos. Not with her arrogance swallowing everything whole. I was suffocating.This morning, I made up my mind.I picked up my phone and called Daniel. My voice was small at first, hesitant. “Daniel… I can’t stay here anym
Daphne's POV The moment we walked through the door, something inside me snapped. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. All the doubts, all the confusion, the hurt and anger that had been simmering since the DNA results—they erupted like a volcano.I turned sharply to face Daisy’s mother, my voice trembling but loud. “No! I won’t have it anymore! You have to tell me the truth!” I shouted. “Try—try to remember if you ever had twins! Tell me you didn’t!”She looked at me, her eyes wide with shock, but firm. “Daphne… I already told you, I didn’t have twins,” she said quietly, her tone calm, almost impossibly calm given the storm raging in me.I felt a hot flush of anger sweep through me. “You liar!” I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls. “You gave birth to me, and then you abandoned me! You left me to die! Stop denying it and just admit."Oliver stepped between us, his hands gently but firmly on my shoulders, but I shook him off, too furious and hurt to listen. I sank to my knees, my tears
Daphne's POV The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, but it did little to warm my nerves. I dressed quickly, my hands trembling slightly as I fastened buttons and adjusted my hair. Oliver was beside me, calm as always, though I could feel the tension coiling in his chest. The twins were already dressed, their little faces curious as they followed us down the stairs.Daisy’s parents were quiet. Their expressions were unreadable, a mixture of fatigue and anticipation that hung heavy in the air. No one spoke on the way to the car. Even the usual morning chatter had vanished, replaced by the suffocating weight of unspoken questions.The drive to the hospital was silent except for the occasional sighs and the soft cooing of the twins. I sat beside Oliver, clutching my purse tightly as though it could somehow anchor me to reality. My thoughts raced: What if the results didn’t come back as we expected? What if… everything changed again?When we arrived at the hospital, the nurses
Daphne's POV An hour had passed since the heart-wrenching scene in the forbidden building. Daisy’s parents had returned to the living room, and thankfully, the atmosphere had begun to lighten. The tense heaviness that had clung to every corner of the house was easing—just slightly—but my chest still felt tight, my thoughts tangled in guilt and uncertainty.I sat beside Oliver on the couch, the twins asleep in their little cribs, their soft breathing the only calm in the chaos of emotions swirling around me. Daisy’s mother sat across from us, still pale from her ordeal but composed enough to sip slowly from her tea. Her father leaned back in his chair, silent, still carrying the weight of grief in his eyes.I had been debating in my head for the past hour whether I should ask the question burning inside me. My throat felt dry, and my hands trembled slightly as I finally forced myself to speak.“Um… Mrs. Anderson…” My voice was tentative, careful, almost unsure if it was the right mome
Daphne's POV The air was so still, so heavy, that I could barely breathe as Oliver and I walked ahead of Daisy’s parents. My steps echoed in the dim hallway, each one pulling me closer to the secret I had guarded so tightly, and now… it was time to let it all unravel.The forbidden building loomed ahead like a shadow from a nightmare. Its stone walls looked colder tonight, as though they already knew what we were bringing Daisy’s parents to see. My hands were shaking, but I tried to hide it by gripping the edges of my dress. Beside me, Oliver was quiet, his face stiff and unreadable, though I could sense the tension radiating off him.Behind us, Daisy’s mother sniffled, her breathing uneven. Her quiet sobs were sharp in the silence. Her father didn’t make a sound, but somehow his silence was heavier, more cutting than her cries. I wanted to say something, anything, but no words could soften what they were about to see.When Oliver pushed open the old wooden door, a cold wave of air r