Fake life

Darius’s P.O.V

Different thoughts about Elodie and the triplets plagued my mind while I steepled my fingers, glancing back and forth between the pictures of the triplets and my childhood picture.

The more I stared, the more my brows furrowed in confusion. Those kids looked like me! Was I delusional because Susan claimed that she didn’t see the resemblance but staring at the picture that was taken of them at the event, the only thing that I saw was myself whenever I stared into their eyes?

I was confused and didn’t even know what to do. Could there be a high chance that they were mine? Was she pregnant before we divorced?

As far as I could recollect, Elodie and I had sex once so it wasn’t possible.

At that moment, the door swung open and Susan walked inside, dressed in a cream satin gown while her hair tumbled over her shoulders. The smile on her face faltered when her gaze fell on the pictures that were carefully arranged on the desk.

Trying to hide the pictures, she exhaled sharp