Chapter 187

YSABELLE

I woke up and felt the heaviness of my eyes, lazy enough to open first thing in the morning. I lay down, exhausted, and lost the will to move.

The horrible happenings the other night were still fresh in my mind and heart.

But I don't feel the guilt of killing Cleo.

Not even an inch.

I heard the twins giggle outside, which made me open my eyes and gaze at the window.

Slowly, I got out of bed and walked to the window. Only to see the children I cherished in my entire being.

The twins are playing in the pool. Smiles were painted on their tiny and gorgeous faces.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered my Dad's excitement of wanting to meet the twins.

If I had only known... If I had only had a hint of the truth… that he was my real father, I would not have made my desire to talk to Cleo come true.

I wish I could follow him. I wish I had listened to him.

But what's the use of regretting my actions that night? He's already gone.

My chest twitches in pain as I turn my back at