Retained memories

Daphne's POV

I had told myself countless times that this was wrong, it was so wrong that I wasn't supposed to even be here in the first place, but I couldn't help myself at all.

I had paced up and down countless times, reminding myself repeatedly that what Lorenzo had said was wrong, that I wasn't the mother to his kids, that I wasn't the one he loved almost blindly, that he loved with his life.

I had done so much research about her, and had found out that he loved her even more than himself.

He had killed, and made whoever hurt her pay, and anyone would want to be loved that much, but I didn't want to believe that I was her.

If I turned out to be her, whatever father had told me all of these times would turn out to be fake, and it wasn't going to be nice.

Father wouldn't lie to me, he wouldn't hurt me. He loved me, but I found out that when I hadn't taken the pills, I had conflicted feelings, like everything was wrong with me, and I knew something was wrong.

I found myself her