She Wasn't My Daughter の小説・ストーリー

"Is she your daughter?" I sighed deeply. Of course that's the first thing she'd wanted to know, it's what I would want to know if I heard she had a "daughter" "She's not my daughter, at least not by the blood running through our veins but in any other way, Ginny is my daughter." Tracy bit her lip, nodding several times. Her legs were crossed over the bed and if not for anything, she had me worried about her look. The continuous biting down on her lips, I'm not

She was never really a mother figure for me, keeping me alive barely when I’m sure she would have preferred me to die whenever I asked her for attention. She laughs, clapping her hands together. I stare at her, waiting for her to sober from her amusement. She’s never heard me threaten her, and yet here I am, finally standing up to her. “Alright daughter.” She shakes her head a little, her laughing finally simmering down. “I’m not your daughter. Not since you sold me off to Oliver,” I growl back. She clasps her hands in front of her. “How is that marriage going? I thought we had an agreement…”

“Daughter of Rupert and Lillian. You are not our family.” I stare shocked

Each familiar sign and corner tugged at the edge of a memory, but none of them brought peace—only a quiet ache she couldn’t shake. Finally, her voice broke the silence. “Because we never had a real father-daughter relationship.” Her eyes didn’t meet his. Instead, they searched the world outside her window. “He gave that to Delilah. Not me.” She watched people strolling along the sidewalks, laughing, walking hand in hand, sipping coffee like life had never wounded them. It was strange how the world just… moved on. No matter what broke you inside.

she says. It looks like she is calmer now as she continues talking. “I mean, I should be happy right. I am the daughter of the great Robert Blake and possibly the heir to all his wealth but I have never felt at peace in that household. I guess now I know why.” she says as she lowers her gaze. “I am sorry.” “It is alright. You know what is scary?” “What?” I ask. “Not being his daughter.” she says this and looks into my eyes. “Because if I am not his daughter then what am I?”

"Please, sweetheart, talk to me. Tell me what's going on?" "Nina... Nina's not my daughter. I'm not her biological mother."

I asked but she shrugged with a nervous smile. "I work against him, don't forget that." She said to me, "And besides, I don't think the two ladies are his daughter." I added. "Why do you say so?" "Because there seems to be no trace or signs of the other daughter, it seems like they wiped her memory out of the house, even photos that seemed to be of his whole family. That particular daughter was erased." I said to her slowly heading out and was expecting her to be behind me but she wasn't, I turned around to find gripping tightly to her mouth like she was on the verge of sobbing.

But just like always—she laughed. “Who are you girl? Are you lost? I don’t have a daughter, please get away from me,” she asked, sitting in a protective stance on the bed, as if she were expecting me to attack. “I’m not lying. Don't you remember mum—me—Leah Harnes, the daughter you birthed, with the love of your life—Robert Harnes,” I replied, pleading and begging for her to remember me. I watched in hurt as her face twisted when I mentioned my father, as she whispered his name under her breath.

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v