Chapter 37: Unexpected visitor

Daphne's POV

The days that followed the twins' birthday party rolled by in a quiet lull. The buzz and excitement had long since faded, leaving behind a calm that was almost too silent. I spent most of my time at home, sometimes reading, other times strolling through the garden or organizing little fun moments with Delilah and Dahlia.

I enjoyed those moments with them more than I had expected—their innocent laughter, their clingy hugs, the way they called me "Mommy" with so much trust. It made my chest ache, in a way I couldn't put into words.

And Oliver? He had become a ghost in his own home.

He said he was busy with work—late meetings, unexpected travels, deadlines. And I believed him. Mostly. (Not like I had a choice anyways). But that didn't erase the sting of disappointment every time I passed his study door, slightly ajar and empty, or glanced toward his side of the long dining table during dinner and found it vacant.

Sometimes I caught myself thinking about that night in the fo