Chapter Hundred and Twenty One

Maya’s POV “Amaya?” I was stunned and a bit disoriented as my eyes searched the eyes of the woman that was staring back at me weirdly. A strange shiver ran down my spine and the woman looked at me intently as if she was searching for something and trying to see into my soul and figure out what was going on in my head. But I didn’t know her, all she did was feel familiar. Nothing else. I had no idea who she was and I couldn’t even recognize her. “You’re Amaya,” the woman said, her voice thick wit

Chapter Hundred and Twenty Two

Maya’s POV My hands shook as I read the contents of the paper that I was holding. I could feel Alex’s eyes on me as he watched me steadily and with all attention, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. My eyes scanned the content of the paper again. We had gone to the hospital to know the truth and so I could have proof to deny her claims. Now, as I stared at the DNA test results, my mind reeled and I refused to accept them. Positive.

Chapter Hundred and Twenty Three

Maya’s POV A sharp pain shot through my stomach and I let out a gasp. “Maya, are you okay?” Alex asked as his grip on me tightened. “Let’s get you out of here.” “No. I’m fine and I’m going nowhere,” I said to him before I turned to look at my mother. “What’s your name because I can’t bear calling you my mother.” “My name is Greta,” she replied solemnly.

Chapter Hundred and Twenty Four

Alexander’s POVThree hours. It had been three long, agonizing hours since Maya had been rushed behind those double doors. Three hours of waiting. Of pacing. Of running my hands through my hair so many times that my scalp ached. Three hours of nothing. No updates. No news. No sounds except the distant beeping of machines and the murmured conversations of other families waiting for their own news.

Chapter Hundred and Twenty Five

Maya’s POVI was back in the house from the hospital and I was well settled in with my baby. We had settled into a peaceful life and everything was going quite well. The house was quiet except for the occasional soft sounds coming from the cradle beside me. Tulip. My not only perfect but also beautiful baby girl. She was sleeping soundly, her tiny chest was rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern and her hands were curled into fists. Every time I tu

EPILOGUE

Maya’s POV One year. It had been one whole year since my life changed in ways I never imagined. One year since I became a mother. A wife. A woman that was now in charge of her own destiny. And today was my birthday. The- my family gathered together to celebrate. I now had everything that I had dreamed over and never thought that I would have- it was not my reality. I was standing outside the hall and my heart was racing from nervousness and ant