Jeremy sat in his car, gripping the sealed DNA envelope. His heart pounded against his ribs. He had picked up the result, thanked the doctor, and walked out of the hospital as if everything was fine. But everything was not fine.“What if Leah is actually my sister?” he thought.The thought alone made him feel sick. He had imagined a future with her, had felt something deep, something real. And if the result confirmed his worst fear… what then?His fingers tightened around the envelope, but he couldn’t bring himself to open it. He took a sharp breath and exhaled slowly.Instead of heading home, he turned the ignition and drove straight to Doctor Alfred’s office.Dr. Alfred was behind his desk when Jeremy walked in unannounced. Alfred’s face brightened in greeting, but before he could say a word—“You’re a coward,” Jeremy said, his voice sharp.Alfred frowned. “Excuse me?”Jeremy shut the door behind him, stepping further into the office. “You heard me. How could you?”Alfred’s brows dr
Alfred couldn't believe what he'd learned - that his mother was cold, to the extent of selling a baby, his baby… her grandchild.It hurt him. He hoped he could find his daughter with his aunt's help.She had asked him to come with her, but she didn't say where. His hands trembled as he gripped the steering wheel. Aunt Favy sat beside him, her face set in a deep frown.“She was sold?” Alfred’s voice was hoarse, disbelief thick in his tone.Aunt Favy nodded solemnly. “Your mother was… determined. She didn’t just want Maggie gone; she wanted to erase any trace of that child.”Alfred’s chest tightened. “Why didn’t you stop her?”Favy sighed. “Do you think I didn’t try? I fought with her. I begged. But she had already made up her mind. And by the time I found out, it was too late. The baby was already gone.”Alfred clenched his jaw. He had always known his mother was controlling, but this? This was monstrous.“So, where are we going now?” he asked, his voice sharp. “Where did she take the
Jeremy was taking Leah to the hospital for her appointment and asked Jackson to drive them.He had been driving himself for sometime now, relieving Jackson of the stress. But he didn't feel like driving on this day.Jackson drove, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel as soft music played through the car’s speakers. Jeremy sat beside him, but his attention was on Leah, who was in the back seat, staring out of the window.The smooth melody of “Piano Man” by Brandy filled the car. Leah’s expression shifted almost instantly. Her brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed. Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn’t. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat, listening.Jeremy noticed.He turned his body slightly to look at her. “Leah?”She didn’t answer. She was lost in thought, lost in the melody that felt eerily familiar. A memory surfaced— She remembered Jackson playing this same song the first time she had requested it in Jeremy’s car.The realization
Maggie and Alfred had decided to visit the Callahan's and have a conversation with them and today was the day. They stood before the Callahan residence, exchanging one last glance before Alfred lifted his hand and knocked firmly. The house exuded wealth and prestige, but Maggie wasn’t awed by its beauty—she was preoccupied with what lay ahead.A woman opened the door. It must be Mrs. Callahan. She was a vision of grace and warmth. Her bright smile was disarming, an obvious contrast to the weight of the conversation Maggie and Alfred had come to have."Good afternoon," Mrs. Callahan greeted them, her voice smooth and welcoming. "How may I help you?"Maggie hesitated for a second before Alfred spoke. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Callahan. I’m Dr. Alfred, and this is my companion, Maggie. We were hoping to speak with you and your husband."“Oh, my husband is away on a business trip,” she said with a soft chuckle, stepping aside to let them in. “But rest assured, you can discuss any business ma
When Elizabeth woke up, her eyes met a host of people in the ward she'd be admitted in. She blinked, her gaze adjusting to the fluorescent lights above. As her vision cleared, she saw them—her mother, Mrs. Callahan, sitting at the far end of the room with red-rimmed eyes; Jeremy and Leah standing close to each other, their hands clasped as though bracing for something painful; Maggie seated with her hands folded tightly on her lap, her eyes darting between her and Dr. Alfred; and Noah, right by her side, his face clouded with concern.She struggled to get up, but Noah rushed to her, to assist her.“No, Lizzy. Take it easy,” his familiar voice reached her, soothing and steady.She groaned, holding her head. And then she asked, “ what happened. Why are y'all here?”Alfred and Maggie looked at each other. Jeremy, who was standing beside Leah, held Leah's shoulders. Mrs. Callahan was in tears.The sight of all them looking heartbroken like that only meant one thing – that they knew.Stil
Leah and Jeremy were curled up on the couch, watching a TV series Leah loved— one she had introduced Jeremy to, though he had only grown interested because it made her happy.Jeremy's living room was dimly lit, the television screen casting a soft glow on the walls. The air was warm and cozy, carrying the faint scent of Leah’s lavender shampoo. Leah was lying on his lap, resting her head comfortably on his thigh, as he ran his fingers through her hair absentmindedly.The TV series they were seeing showed a dramatic scene, one that resonated a little too closely with Jeremy’s own life. Leah, ever perceptive, immediately picked up on it.“So Elizabeth is your sister, huh?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity. “How does it feel knowing this—that you aren't an only child, after all?”Jeremy let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head before correcting her. “Half-sister.” His voice was neutral, but Leah didn’t miss the underlying weight in his tone.“You still didn’t answer my question
Elizabeth rose up from Jeremy’s seat swiftly the moment she saw him, looking shocked. “It's not what you think, sir,” she tried to explain. There was urgency in her voice, but it wasn’t fear. It was the desperate need to explain. But Jeremy didn't even look upset. He looked concerned instead, his brows slightly furrowed.“You should be in the hospital, Elizabeth,” Leah said, her voice a mixture of worry and curiosity. She had barely finished speaking before Jeremy followed up with a question of his own.“I didn't even know you'd been discharged. Does Maggie know? She'll be so worried,” Jeremy said, expressing his concern for his mother.“Maggie, huh? Why's that?” Elizabeth asked, stepping forward, eyeing both Leah and Jeremy.Leah and Jeremy looked at each other but said nothing, an unspoken understanding passing between them.Elizabeth scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “I knew it. I knew something was up. Everyone’s been acting strange around me—too nice, too careful.”Jeremy
Leah had barely gotten enough sleep the previous night, but there was no time to dwell on that now. She needed answers. She needed to find out the truth, and she couldn't wait to get to the office.“My dear, where are you going so early?” Mama asked Leah.Leah turned and sighed softly. “Ma, I need to rush to the office. It's an emergency,” Leah explained as she wore her wristwatch.Mama who had been watching her sprang up at the mention of the word ‘emergency.’“Emergency? What emergency is that?” Mama inquired.Leah looked at her mother and shook her head. It was typical of her to react that way. Always quick to panic.“I don't want you to get worked up. I haven't been to the office for so long and I believe there are things that require my attention,” Leah said, trying to make her mother calm.Mama studied her daughter for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yeah, right. Even though Monica has been handling everything well, you should still go. I wanted to suggest it earlier but I just
Rain tapped gently against the windows as Leah sat at her desk, rereading one of the letters Noah had given her. Ivan’s words were written with raw emotion; part regret, part bitterness. But one line lingered in her mind like an echo:"You forgot us and chose a stranger. Even in forgetfulness, you chose Maggie."Leah stared at the sentence, her lips parting in disbelief. It didn’t sit right. Not just because of the words themselves, but because of the intent. The accusation wasn’t about memory. It was about betrayal. As if her amnesia was a weapon she had wielded on purpose.Her chest tightened. Something deeper lurked beneath the surface of these letters.She flipped through the other letters again, this time slower, looking beyond the words. The tone varied. Some were loving, others accusatory. But a few of them… they were cold. Detached. Like they weren’t written for healing but for reminding her of a debt.Leah frowned. Why would someone write you letters you were never meant to r
The early morning rays slipped lazily through the half-open blinds, shining on Leah’s face as she stirred beneath the sheets. Jeremy’s arm was still around her, his breathing calm and even. For a brief moment, the world felt safe. No traitors, no secrets, no pain. Just warmth.But safety was an illusion, and Leah knew it.She sat up quietly, careful not to wake Jeremy, and reached for her phone. She hadn’t checked it since the night before, wanting to be present with him. Her inbox was flooded with emails, but one stood out. It was from Sarah, her father's former assistant, now working quietly in legal. The subject line simply read:“We need to talk. In person.”Leah’s pulse quickened. Sarah wasn’t one to panic. If she was reaching out like this, it meant something big. Leah’s mind went straight to the file. Could Sarah have discovered something?Just then, Jeremy stirred and opened his eyes, blinking away the light. His voice was raspy with sleep. “Already up?”Leah nodded, showing h
Leah and Jeremy laid cuddled up in bed and were having a heart to heart talk.Jeremy ran his fingers gently through Leah’s hair, his touch slow and deliberate. He watched the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in rhythm with his own heartbeat. She looked peaceful, yet alert—her eyes slightly closed, her fingers idly tracing circles on his chest.After a few moments of silence, Jeremy broke it.“How many kids would you like to have?” he asked, his voice soft but steady.Leah blinked, then tilted her head back slightly to look up at him. “Huh?” she said, scrunching her nose in that endearing way she always did when she was confused or caught off guard. “Why are we having this conversation now?”“Why not?” Jeremy shrugged, adjusting himself slightly so he could see her face better. “We’ll get married, won’t we?”Leah’s cheeks flushed instantly. She looked away, biting her lower lip as a shy smile crept onto her face. “You aren't romantic at all,” she teased. “What a poor way of p
“I don't know for sure if it's Monica,” Jeremy said, his voice low and cautious as he glanced around to ensure no one was eavesdropping. “But Elizabeth seems certain. She believes Monica is playing some sort of game.”Leah raised an eyebrow, her mind already working through a dozen possibilities. “Okay. I’ll keep a close watch on her,” she said, her tone firm and decisive.She straightened her head and kissed Jeremy on his cheek. “Pick me up by 5 PM.”“Yes, boss,” Jeremy replied with a playful smile, saluting her mockingly.Leah smiled back, her expression softening. “Have a great day. I love you.”“Love you more,” Jeremy said, but he didn’t drive off immediately. Instead, he watched her enter the office building, his eyes following her until the glass doors closed behind her. Only then did he start the car and pull away from the curb.As Leah stepped into the building, dressed elegantly, covering her shades, she was observing everyone. To her, everyone in the office was a suspect. A
Jeremy arrived at the office and saw Elizabeth sitting behind her desk. She had noticed he was coming but didn't look up. Her fingers moved slowly over the keyboard, though it was clear she wasn’t focused on her screen.“Hey,” Jeremy said gently, trying to keep his voice light. “You’ve been ignoring my calls. How have you been?”He tried to offer a small smile, something to ease the tension. But Elizabeth didn’t return it. Instead, she slowly stood from her chair, her eyes locking with his in a way that sent a chill down his spine. Her gaze was cold, piercing, filled with a pain he couldn’t yet name.Elizabeth slowly stood up and looked at him straight in the eyes.“Hello, brother.” She said firmly.Jeremy was shocked. She'd found out?“Maggie has told you?” he asked.Elizabeth gave a bitter laugh. “Maggie? She wishes she had the balls.”She sat back down, looking away, her body language sharp and distant.Jeremy understood her anger and agitation. Even he had been so angry and hostil
Elizabeth lay on her back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't seem to silence.The things Monica said taunted her. There was this urge to call her mom and confront her, but she restrained herself.Her mind was so far that she didn't even notice her mom had come back and even entered her room.“My baby,” Mrs. Callahan called softly but Elizabeth was lost in thought.Mrs. Callahan sat on the edge of the bed and tapped her.“Lizzy dear, are you okay?” She asked, noticing Elizabeth had been lost in thought. She had never seen Elizabeth this absent-minded before.Elizabeth scoffed, finally blinking as if waking up from a trance. “Your baby?” she said, as if just hearing it. “Am I really your baby?” she asked, slowly sitting up and watching Mrs. Callahan closely.Mrs. Callahan became uncomfortable. Her facial expression gave her away. “What are you saying, Lizzy?”I knew it. Since the day Maggie and the doctor came here, I've been suspecting som
Leah had barely gotten enough sleep the previous night, but there was no time to dwell on that now. She needed answers. She needed to find out the truth, and she couldn't wait to get to the office.“My dear, where are you going so early?” Mama asked Leah.Leah turned and sighed softly. “Ma, I need to rush to the office. It's an emergency,” Leah explained as she wore her wristwatch.Mama who had been watching her sprang up at the mention of the word ‘emergency.’“Emergency? What emergency is that?” Mama inquired.Leah looked at her mother and shook her head. It was typical of her to react that way. Always quick to panic.“I don't want you to get worked up. I haven't been to the office for so long and I believe there are things that require my attention,” Leah said, trying to make her mother calm.Mama studied her daughter for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yeah, right. Even though Monica has been handling everything well, you should still go. I wanted to suggest it earlier but I just
Elizabeth rose up from Jeremy’s seat swiftly the moment she saw him, looking shocked. “It's not what you think, sir,” she tried to explain. There was urgency in her voice, but it wasn’t fear. It was the desperate need to explain. But Jeremy didn't even look upset. He looked concerned instead, his brows slightly furrowed.“You should be in the hospital, Elizabeth,” Leah said, her voice a mixture of worry and curiosity. She had barely finished speaking before Jeremy followed up with a question of his own.“I didn't even know you'd been discharged. Does Maggie know? She'll be so worried,” Jeremy said, expressing his concern for his mother.“Maggie, huh? Why's that?” Elizabeth asked, stepping forward, eyeing both Leah and Jeremy.Leah and Jeremy looked at each other but said nothing, an unspoken understanding passing between them.Elizabeth scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “I knew it. I knew something was up. Everyone’s been acting strange around me—too nice, too careful.”Jeremy
Leah and Jeremy were curled up on the couch, watching a TV series Leah loved— one she had introduced Jeremy to, though he had only grown interested because it made her happy.Jeremy's living room was dimly lit, the television screen casting a soft glow on the walls. The air was warm and cozy, carrying the faint scent of Leah’s lavender shampoo. Leah was lying on his lap, resting her head comfortably on his thigh, as he ran his fingers through her hair absentmindedly.The TV series they were seeing showed a dramatic scene, one that resonated a little too closely with Jeremy’s own life. Leah, ever perceptive, immediately picked up on it.“So Elizabeth is your sister, huh?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity. “How does it feel knowing this—that you aren't an only child, after all?”Jeremy let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head before correcting her. “Half-sister.” His voice was neutral, but Leah didn’t miss the underlying weight in his tone.“You still didn’t answer my question