Christine’s POVThe hum of the car engine was the only sound filling the silence between us as Xavier drove through the dimly lit city. The evening shadows cast long patterns on the dashboard, and I found myself watching the way my husband’s jaw tightened as he shifted gears. He hadn't spoken since we left the boardroom, and neither had I. But my thoughts were loud.Too loud.Finally, I turned to him. “Xavier,” I said softly, not wanting to sound accusatory just yet. “Have you noticed anything strange about Daisy lately?”He didn’t respond immediately. His hand flexed on the steering wheel. Then, he exhaled sharply and gave a low chuckle.“I thought I was the only one going crazy,” he said. “She’s... different.”I folded my arms, leaning back into the seat. “Exactly. There’s something off. The way she speaks, how she carries herself. Did you notice how unsure she was when you asked her about last year’s gala? Daisy never forgets those details.”He nodded. “And she used to cut me off w
Daphne's POV A gentle knock on the office door pulled me from my thoughts."Come in," I called, straightening in my chair.Xavier stepped inside, his expression charmingly casual. He closed the door behind him, a soft but deliberate sound that echoed through the office. The air seemed to shift the moment he entered—his cologne, subtle and masculine, filled the space."Daisy," he said with a smile that was just a little too confident. "You’re back, and looking more stunning than ever."I gave a measured smile. "Thank you, Xavier. It's good to be back."He moved closer, eyeing me with a familiarity that made my skin prickle. He walked to the side of my desk and leaned against it, folding his arms in a casual pose."Everyone’s missed you," he said, his voice low, almost intimate. "But I think I missed you most. There’s been a certain... energy missing in this building."I forced a small laugh, unsure of how to respond without giving myself away. My heart pounded, but I tried to appear u
Daphne's POV The ballet theatre smelled the same…warm wood and soft perfume, with a hint of determination in the air. As I stepped through the glass doors, I wasn’t sure if my heels were clicking out of habit or nerves.“Daisy!”Jade’s voice pierced the silence of the foyer before the receptionist could even greet me. She bolted down the hallway in her usual dramatic flair, arms open wide, brown eyes already glistening. In seconds, she wrapped me in a hug so tight, I could barely breathe.“I missed you so much!” she whispered against my shoulder. “It hasn’t been the same without you.”I held her back, fighting the lump in my throat. “I missed you too.”She finally let go, stepping back to study me with those perceptive eyes. “You look amazing,” she said, almost suspiciously. “Healthy. Like, glowing.”I smiled a little. “Thank you.”She wasn’t entirely wrong. Therapy, eating well, and the peace I’d found—even if temporary—had started to show. The scars beneath the surface were still h
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