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Linda’s POVThat evening, I went to the CEO’s office at the Harrison Group.I already knew Ethan had received the DNA results.When I opened the door, I immediately understood everything.Ethan sat slumped in his chair, hollow-eyed, while Steven watched him with deep concern.“Ethan…?”I hurried toward him, letting my voice tremble with worry.“What happened? Is it… the DNA test?”Ethan looked up at me and gave a weak nod. His eyes were filled with sorrow—pure, crushing despair.“Yeah… Linda was right. The kids aren’t mine…”Perfect. With this, Hannah has lost Ethan’s trust completely. No matter what she says now, the results speak for themselves.Inside, I was laughing—cruel, triumphant, victorious.On the surface, I gently took Ethan’s hand.“Ethan… you must be so hurt. I can’t believe my sister would do something like that. But I’m here. I’ve always been watching you. And I’ll be the one to support you from now on.”Ethan’s expression stayed empty, his heart shattered b

Hannah’s POVA few days later, an email appeared on my phone.The sender: Ethan Harrison.My heart tightened.With shaking hands, I opened it.There was only one short sentence.“The divorce has been processed.”My breath caught.I had suspected he might file after the DNA results, but actually seeing it in writing still sent a shock through my whole body. I immediately called him.But the phone didn’t even ring once.A flat, mechanical voice answered instead:“The number you have dialed is no longer in service.”I tried again. And again.Every attempt brought the same message.I texted him anyway, clinging to the chance that it was a mistake.Days passed.The message never turned “read.”That was when I realized—I had been blocked.I stared at my phone, numb.The divorce is finalized. He blocked me. I can’t reach him anymore. This really is the end… isn’t it?And just like that, my marriage to Ethan ended. Severed completely by a falsified test result, a single email, an

Hannah’s POVBut beneath all the joy and small pockets of happiness, a deep loneliness always lingered.The villa had housekeepers and a butler, so daily life was never inconvenient. They were all kind, attentive, gentle, and quick to help even with the smallest things. Yet because of our positions, they were not people I could confide in. They cared for me, but they were not companions.I had no close friends.No one to talk to.No one I could call.Sometimes it felt as if I had vanished from the world entirely, like the person called “Hannah” had become transparent and forgotten by everyone.My life back then felt like a distant dream now. Back then, I had friends around me, dressed in the latest fashion, spent afternoons in cafés and restaurants, and wandered through boutiques for fun. I used to attend parties and glamorous events in beautiful dresses, surrounded by people and conversation. I lived happily with Ethan, believing that bright, glamorous life would last forever.N

Hannah’s POVEven after Dr. Mitchell confessed his feelings, he continued treating me exactly the same as before.On his days off, he would stop by the villa with small gifts like non-caffeinated tea or pastries, saying they were “just something he thought I might like.” He played with Ken and Amber as if it truly made his day: holding them, rocking them, making little peek-a-boo faces until they burst into laughter. Watching the twins laugh always warmed my heart.While the children napped, he kept me company.In a house where everyone around me was staff—kind, yes, but not people I could speak to freely. Dr. Mitchell became the only person I could talk to without hesitation. Those conversations were the closest thing I had to breathing room.“Hannah, how have you been lately? Anything you’re struggling with?”When he asked gently, I found myself opening up more than I expected. I told him honestly about the challenges of raising twins: the sleepless nights, feeding schedules, h

Hannah’s POVAfter we finished celebrating the twins’ birthday, Dr. Mitchell handed me a small package.“Hannah, this one is for you.”I blinked in surprise. I hadn’t expected he would prepare something for me as well. When I opened the simple wrapping paper, a small tube of lipstick with a discreet luxury logo appeared. The case was an elegant gold, the cap etched with delicate engravings. On the side, engraved in tiny script, was my name ‘Hannah’.“You’ve been doing an incredible job as a mother. Now that the twins are walking, you’ll have more chances to go out. I thought it would be nice if you had something that reminded you to take care of yourself too.”His words filled my chest with something warm and tight. Between caring for the twins and carrying the weight of loneliness, I hadn’t had a moment to think about myself. Since my divorce from Ethan, I’d stopped dressing up, stopped doing makeup and stopped feeling like a woman rather than just a mother. Somehow, Dr. Mitchell