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Author’s POV Susan had never been the type to dwell on the past. Life had been simple, sometimes unpredictable. She loved her parents, appreciated the life they had given her, and never questioned the things that didn’t add up. It started as something ordinary. A quiet afternoon spent helping her mother clean out the storage closet in their home. The scent of dust and old wood filled the air as Susan kneeled beside a worn-out cardboard box. "What’s in here?" she asked, brushing off the fine layer of dust covering the lid. Her mother, standing nearby, glanced over with a distracted expression. “Oh, just some old things from when you were a baby. Don’t worry about it.”But Susan did worry about it. There was something about the way her mother’s voice shaked, as if she wanted to move on from the topic too quickly. Curious, Susan carefully lifted the lid and peered inside. Small, folded baby clothes sat neatly stacked on top of each other, soft and faded from time. A yello
Last Updated : 2025-03-11The One He Let Go Hidden truth
Author’s POVSomething was wrong. Susan couldn’t shake the feeling ever since she left Mrs. Kim’s house. Her mind kept circling back to the photo, the undeniable resemblance between her and Kelly, the way Mrs. Kim had hesitated when asked about it. And the hospital bracelet… None of it made sense. Could it really be a coincidence? A triplet? The thought was ridiculous, too far-fetched. But it disturbed her relentlessly. What if? What if she and Kelly were related? What if everything she knew about herself was a lie? What if?She sat in her bedroom that night, trying to scroll through the internet, her mind a chaotic mess. Her adoptive parents had always been kind, loving people, but they had never talked much about her adoption. Whenever Susan had asked if they knew about her birth family growing up, they had brushed it off with vague reassurances. "You were chosen, darling. That’s all that matters." It had always been enough. Until now. ….The next morning, Susan couldn’
Last Updated : 2025-03-11The One He Let Go Outside
Kelly Kate wouldn’t stop. Everywhere I turned, she was there, her voice sharp, her presence suffocating. "Do the test, Kelly. What are you so afraid of?" "If you have nothing to hide, then prove it." "I deserve that will. It’s mine by right." On and on, like a relentless kid. I was so tired. Not just of her, but of the way everything was spiraling out of control. The media was still on my back. My clothing company was hanging by a thread. The public doubted my very existence. And now, Kate was determined to tear apart the last thing I had left, my identity.I exhaled slowly, gripping my phone as Kate’s latest text glared back at me. K: I swear to God, Kelly, I will make you regret this if you don’t do the test. I clenched my jaw. Fine, If this was what it took to shut her up, then I’d do it. I didn’t care about the will, I had never cared. But if taking this stupid DNA test would silence the doubts, if it would make the Kate back off, then so be it. Besides… I needed
Last Updated : 2025-03-11The One He Let Go No genetic match
KateI should have known something was wrong the moment I stepped inside. Kelly was sitting at the head of the table, her expression unreadable. Susan was beside her, arms crossed, looking way too smug for my liking. And then there was the envelope. The DNA results, as she should. The air was filled with tension, but I didn’t care. This was it, the moment I’d been waiting for. I smirked, sauntering forward. "Well? Are you finally ready to accept reality?" Kelly didn’t react. She simply pushed the envelope across the table. "Kate… we got the results."My heart pounded. Finally.I grabbed the paper with shaking fingers, my eyes scanning the words eagerly. Then I stopped, my breath hitched. Everything blurred, I read it again. Then a third time, the words didn’t change. "No genetic match."I blinked. No…that wasn’t right. That couldn’t be right. My vision swam as I stumbled back, the paper shaking in my grip. "Where did you get this nonsense?." I asked, my tone sharp. I g
Last Updated : 2025-03-12The One He Let Go Black and white
Susan I never expected a single envelope would change everything. For most of my life, I never questioned my place in this world. I knew I was adopted, but it never truly bothered me. My parents loved me, I had a good life, and any questions I might have had about my biological family faded as I grew older. But now, holding this DNA test in my trembling hands, I realize how naïve I was. This isn’t just about curiosity anymore. This is about identity. I stare at the words again. ‘99.9% Genetic Match – Kelly Brook and Susan (Birth Name Unknown): Identical Twins’Identical? Not just related. Not cousins. Not half-sisters. But twins. I stare at the envelope again, half expecting what I had seen to change, but it doesn’t.A shaky breath leaves my lips as my mind spirals. How did this even happen? How did I grow up thinking I was alone in the world when I had a twin all along? And the worst part? Kelly has no idea.My heartbeat pounds against my ribs as I fold the paper back into
Last Updated : 2025-03-12The One He Let Go Proof in pictures
Kelly I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here. Currently, everything around me moves. It feels like I’m frozen in place. My thoughts are tangled, messy, impossible to sort through. Twins? I have another twin, like a real twin. Not Kate but Susan. It doesn’t feel real. I stare at Susan, half-expecting her to take it back, to laugh and tell me it’s all some sick joke. But she doesn’t. Instead, she hesitates, then reaches into her bag and pulls out something like a bracelet and….. A small, slightly worn photograph. The moment my eyes land on it, my breath hitches. Two baby girls, the same face. A chill crawls up my spine. I know this picture, I’ve seen it before.Mom used to show us, saying it was taken just a few hours after Kate and I were born. But now, looking at it again, my stomach churns. Something feels off. “This is…” I trail off, feeling the words choke in my throat. Susan watches me carefully. “That’s us.” Us??? The way she says it makes my skin prickle. My hands tr
Last Updated : 2025-03-12The One He Let Go Tell me everything
Kelly Susan and I sat in my living room, both of us still shaken from the discovery. The photographs lay between us on the coffee table. Looking at it from afar, I stilll can’t wrap my head on how real this keep getting. I thought maybe after some time, this all fades and something like this never happened. But each passing minute told me otherwise, no matter how much I wanted to run from this, I couldn’t, it keeps dragging me back. "When do you plan to confront her," Susan said, breaking the silence. I nodded, but I wasn’t naive enough to think we could just barge in and demand answers. Mrs. Kim had been in my life for years, and if she had been hiding something this big, she wouldn’t talk so easily. "We can’t just go in blind," I said. "She might deny everything." Susan frowned, her fingers tapping against her knee in thought. "Then we need more proof." "But how?" She hesitated. "Maybe through my adoptive parents. Or even old neighbors who lived closed to Mrs. Kim’s
Last Updated : 2025-03-12The One He Let Go Late night confession
Kelly I sat across from Adrian in the hotel room, my hands folded together as I tried to gather my thoughts. The room was quiet, save for the light hum of the air conditioner, but my mind was anything but…here.We had decided to meet here, away from the house, away from the kids. I didn’t want Harper or Aiden waking up in the middle of the night and overhearing things that weren’t meant for her ears. Adrian sat back in the chair, arms crossed over his chest, watching me carefully. He hadn’t said much since we checked in, just studied me like he knew something big was coming. I swallowed, gripping my fingers tighter. “I found something.” His brows pulled together. “What do you mean?” I took a slow breath. “About Susan. About Mrs. Kim. About… my past.” Adrian leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto mine. “I’m listening.” So I told him everything. I started with the DNA test, watching his expression shift as I explained the results. How Susan and I were sisters. Not
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The One He Let Go The final unraveling
Kelly I was heading home from a late meeting at the office when I first noticed her. The city’s glow blurred in the rain, turning sidewalks into reflective mirrors. But there, amid the indifferent bustle of people hurrying to escape the downpour, I saw a familiar figure. A figure I’d hoped to forget. Kate. She was slumped against a cold brick wall, her once-pristine designer coat now threadbare and stained. Her hair, once styled with care, was a tangled mess, damp with rain and sweat. I slowed down, a knot of conflicting emotions tightening my chest. I knew I shouldn’t care. I had moved on, free from the toxic memories that Kate represented. But as I drew closer, the sight of her brought an unexpected mix of bitterness and a strange kind of pity.A small group of passersby were clustered nearby. I overheard snippets of conversation: “Is that… isn’t that Kate Brook?” “Look at her, she’s a mess.” “Well deserved.”Their words, harsh and unsympathetic, stung even though I trie
The One He Let Go Regret
Kate’s POV I didn’t even remember how I got here. One minute, I was walking barefoot, my clothes damp from the night air, my stomach aching with hunger. Next, I was standing in front of Kelly’s house.Her perfect house. The white porch lights shone against the darkness, glowing like some kind of sanctuary. How did I even get here? Because my feet had led me here anyway. Because I had nowhere else to go. I swallowed hard and forced myself forward. The moment I knocked, I regretted it. What if she slammed the door in my face? What if she had already called the police? But before I could turn and run, the door opened. Kelly stood there. Her hair was loose, slightly tousled like she had just gotten out of bed. But her expression was sharp. Her eyes were cold. She didn’t look surprised to see me. Just unimpressed. Like she had expected this. “Kate.” Her voice was flat and emotionless.I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I had practiced what I was going to say in my head a th
The One He Let Go The ultimate rock bottom
Kate’s POV The moment I saw that car outside the diner, my stomach dropped. Sleek black Audi. The same luxury model I had paid for, Marcus’s car. He was here. My fingers clenched around the edge of my tray. My heart pounded so hard it drowned out the chatter of the diner. Finally, I found him. For weeks, I had been looking. Calling disconnected numbers, asking people who only sneered at me. Now, he was right outside, sitting behind the wheel of the car I bought him like nothing had happened. I almost ran out right then and there. Almost. But this wasn’t the place. Not yet. Not where he could just speed off and leave me humiliated in the middle of the street. I needed to do this right, to catch him in a way he couldn’t escape. So, I waited. I held my breath as the driver’s side door opened. And then she stepped out. A woman, tall, stunning. Dressed in an expensive, body-hugging dress that screamed money.My money. The way she moved, the confidence in her stride, the way Marc
The One He Let Go The job she never wanted
Kate’s POVThe sun was setting when I stepped into a close diner. It wasn’t much, just a run-down little place with shining neon lights and cracked leather booths. The smell of cheap coffee and fried food clung to the air, mixing with something stale. I hated it, but i didn’t have a choice. I needed money. The thought of going to Kelly made my stomach churn. I would rather scrub floors than beg her for a single cent. I squared my shoulders and approached the counter. A baldman with a thick gut leaned against the register, flipping through a newspaper. His name tag read Tony – Manager. He didn’t even look up. I cleared my throat. “Excuse me.” He grunted. “Yeah?” I hesitated. God, this was humiliating. “I need a job.” That got his attention. He lowered the paper and really looked at me. His gaze moved over my designer coat, my already thinning manicured nails—what was left of them—before settling on my face. Then, he laughed. Loud and mocking. “You?” He snorted. “You wa
The One He Let Go The last friend she had
Kate’s POVThe streets blurred around me, but I kept moving. I could still fix this. The business partners? They were mere thugs. They only cared about power and money. If I could just get my hands on some cash, I’d be valuable to them again. I just needed to borrow some money. And I knew exactly who to call. Fraya. She had always been there for me. Right now, she was the only one I could turn to. Fraya was one of my closest friends, standing here now, she was my last hope. I dug out my phone, hands shaking, and dialed her number. The phone rang once. Twice. Then went to voicemail. I clenched my jaw. I called again, straight to voicemail. What the hell? I tried again. This time, the phone rang longer before a sharp click echoed in my ear. A voice. Her tone was clipped, impatient. “Kate.” Relief flooded me. “Oh, thank God. Fraya, I need…..” “What do you want?” I faltered. “I—I need to meet you. It’s important.” Silence. Then a slow, irritated sigh. “Kate, I’m busy.”
The One He Let Go She didn’t see it coming
Kate’s POVI sat on the curb for what felt like hours, the cold air seeping through my bones as I stared at the smoke still curling in the distance. My house was gone. My money was gone. Marcus was gone. I had nothing. But I still had connections.I forced myself up, wiping the back of my hand across my face. Davis’s old business partners, they owed me. They were his boys, but they were powerful. More importantly, they were still in the game. And I needed them. …….I took the bus, because what choice did I have?—and arrived at a discreet bar in Brooklyn, one of the spots Davis used for meetings. The place was dimly lit, cigarette smoke filled the air. The scent of old whiskey and sweat clung to the leather seats. I walked in like I belonged. Like I wasn’t standing there in the same clothes I left jail in, my face screaming desperate. A few men sat in a corner booth, murmuring among themselves. I recognized them instantly, Victor, Greg, and Tomas. They’d been handling Davis’s offs
The One He Let Go Burnt to ashes
Kate’s POVI shoved my hands into my coat pockets, fingers searching for anything, loose bills, forgotten cash, anything. Nothing. Just fifty damn bucks. My throat tightened as I stared at the crumpled bill in my palm. It wasn’t enough. Not enough for a cab, not enough to get me across town, not enough to drag myself out of this humiliation. I turned my phone over in my hands, staring at Marcus’s last text again, as if it willl disappear and something positive will appear, but the message stared back at me. The words sent a fresh wave of nausea through me. This is getting real….Marcus was gone and he had taken everything. And I was stranded outside this damn prison with only fifty bucks and my pride, which was quickly slipping through my fingers. I shifted on my feet, ignoring the ache in my legs from standing for nearly an hour. I had expected him to be here. Expected something. But all I got were the stares. The murmurs started quietly at first, low whispers passing through
The One He Let Go Freedom feels like a Nightmare
Kate’s POV The cold evening air hit my skin the moment I stepped outside the prison gates. Freedom, at last. It was supposed to feel exhilarating, like I could finally breathe after being suffocated for months. Instead, all I felt was exhaustion. My eyes scanned the parking lot, my heart lifting slightly with anticipation. Any moment from now, Marcus would pull up, with that smug grin of his, arms open like I was the best thing to ever happen to him. No doubt, I am.But then, there was no black Audi. No familiar tall figure leaning against the car, waiting for me. My fingers clenched around the plastic bag holding the few possessions I had left. Maybe he was running late. I checked my phone, finally returned to me after months of deprivation. No missed calls. No texts. I exhaled sharply and dialed Marcus’s number. It rang. Once. Twice. Then—Straight to voicemail. Is this some sick joke? My stomach twisted, but I shook off the unease. Relax, Kate. He’s just busy. I tried aga
The One He Let Go The fall of Kate and Evelyn
KellyThe air inside the police station was strained. I watched as Evelyn sat across from me, her wrists cuffed, her usually neat hair disheveled. The smug arrogance she once carried was gone, replaced by a hollow, defeated expression. She had no more tricks to play, no more lives to manipulate. Adrian sat beside me, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Susan, on the other hand, stood rigid near the door, her fingers clenched into fists. Who would Evelyn call for help? Anderson? Lucian?Detective Harris, the lead investigator, leaned forward, voice steady. “Evelyn Grant, you’re facing charges of child abduction, falsification of medical records, and fraud. You can make this easier on yourself by cooperating.” Evelyn scoffed, tilting her head. “Cooperate? Do you have any idea what I did for this girls?” Her eyes snapped to me, then to Susan. “I gave you a life. I saved you.” Susan let out a harsh laugh. “Saved me?” She stepped forward, voice shaking with anger. “You stole my
