Daphne's POV The morning sunlight streamed through the windows like warm ribbons of gold. I sat on the edge of the bed, brushing out the curls in my hair while Dahlia’s laughter echoed faintly from the garden. Her joy lifted my heart, even though a part of me was still tethered to Delilah’s hospital bed.She was still there… recovering. Breathing, healing, strong. And for that, I was grateful.Brittany stepped into the room with her usual grace. “Ma’am, Dahlia’s already in the garden. I just checked on her. She’s running around with her teddy again.”I smiled. “Thank you, Brittany.”She gave me a knowing look. “You look tired.”“I didn’t sleep much,” I confessed. “I kept thinking about Delilah, about yesterday, about... everything.”“You need to take care of yourself too, Daphne,” Brittany said softly as she brought over my pale blue dress. “You have your therapy today, right?”I nodded. “Yes. I’m going straight to the ballet theatre afterwards. I’ll pass by the hospital in the eveni
Daphne's POV I didn’t sleep that night.I kept turning from one side of the bed to the other, my arms folded across my chest, holding myself together like I was about to fall apart. My mind kept replaying Oliver’s words over and over.“I’ve doubted if the girls were truly mine. I never told anyone… not even Daisy.”The man who had looked so composed and strong in front of the world, had finally cracked in front of me. He had his doubts. About his own daughters. And he didn’t say anything until now—until Delilah needed him.I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. But most of all, I wanted to understand him.And I hated that about myself.I should be angry. Furious, even. How could he hesitate to donate blood to a child he had raised—loved—even if he had doubts? How could he look me in the eye and say those things?But I wasn’t just angry. I was heartbroken.I kept hearing Delilah’s soft breathing as she lay on that hospital bed earlier. Her tiny hand squeezing mine, so trusting, so innoc
Oliver's POV Daphne’s breath caught. “What… what are you saying?”“I’m not sure if I’m their biological father,” I said, slowly turning to face her. “I’ve had doubts. Since before Daisy disappeared.”The color drained from her face. “You think Daisy cheated on you?”I nodded. “There was someone—Xavier. They were close. Too close. I confronted her once and she made me feel like I was going crazy. But I know what I saw. I know the way she changed when he was around.”Daphne stepped back slightly, processing. Her arms hugged herself tightly. “So… all this time, you’ve just been pretending?”“I’ve been trying,” I said, frustrated. “Trying to be the man they need. Trying to trust Daisy even though everything in my gut told me something was off. But today… when the doctor asked me to donate, I panicked. What if I don’t match? What if they find out I’m not…?”“She’s dying, Oliver,” Daphne cut in. Her voice was barely more than a whisper. “Delilah is fighting for her life in there, and you’r
Daphne's POV For a moment, everything around me stood still.I sat down slowly on the hospital bench, staring at the space Oliver had just walked out of. My hands were trembling.Dahlia sat quietly beside me, holding a nurse’s teddy bear. Her eyes were wide and confused.“Why did Daddy go?” she whispered.I blinked hard. “I don’t know, baby.”But the truth was—something in me did know. A tiny seed of suspicion was planting itself in my chest.He hesitated. Not because he was scared. Not because of shock.He hesitated like a man *unsure*.As if he was asking himself a question he didn’t want answered.---About fifteen minutes later, a nurse returned to check on us. “The doctor says we can still begin screening you, ma’am. Just in case.”I nodded faintly. “Yes. Let’s do it.”She guided me into a small room and began drawing my blood. I tried to stay still, but I could feel the anxiety coiling around my ribs like vines.What if I wasn’t a match?What if Oliver never came back?What if
Daphne's POV The sun was kind that morning, gentle and soft. It bathed the garden in gold, making everything look like a painting. We had just finished breakfast and now I sat under the shade with a book in my hands, but my eyes weren’t on the pages. They were on the girls; Dahlia and Delilah.They ran barefoot across the grass, laughing as they chased each other. Their joy was infectious, light, pure. And for a moment, I forgot everything—my secrets, my scars, my complicated marriage. For a moment, it felt real.I smiled to myself and turned a page, even though I hadn’t read the last one.“Be careful with the flower pots!” I called out when Dahlia almost bumped into the rose bush.“We are, Mommy!” Delilah giggled and waved.My heart stuttered.She said it again. Mommy.I still wasn’t used to it.I watched them spin in circles, hands locked, faces glowing, until suddenly…Delilah stopped.Her face changed and her smile faded.“Delilah?” I stood up, dropping the book.Then, just like t
Daphne's POV The ride to the hospital the next morning was mostly quiet. I was tired, not just in my body, but in my mind and heart. My head rested gently against the car window as the city rolled by. The rhythm of the road calmed me a little, but I couldn't stop glancing at the man beside me…Oliver.He hadn't asked many questions, just said, "I'll take you." There was no need for details. He simply showed up when I needed someone, like he promised he would. And maybe that was all I really needed at that moment."You okay?" he asked quietly.I nodded, not trusting my voice. A part of me wanted to open up, tell him everything I had carried for so long. But how could I? I was already pretending to be someone else. Telling the truth wasn't an option."Thanks for driving me," I finally said."You don't have to thank me. I'm here because I want to be."I looked at him. There was sincerity in his voice. It wasn't just an obligation. It was something else…care? Maybe he really cares…he can'