Chapter 11

Christiana’s POV

The encounter with Alex kept replaying in my mind like a relentless loop. It was as if the universe had conspired to drag him back into my life at the most inconvenient moment.

As I walked through the suite of our luxurious hotel, my eyes drifted over the sleek, modern furniture and the expansive view of the city below.

I was trying to focus on finding the perfect penthouse for us, a safe haven away from the chaos Alex had thrust into our lives

The twins were playing in the living area, their laughter echoing through the room, Ethan, with his dark curls and inquisitive eyes, was building a fortress out of blocks, while Emma, with her delicate features and golden hair, carefully arranged her dolls around the structure. For a moment, their innocence was soothing to my troubled heart.

Ethan’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Mommy, when can we see our daddy?” His question was unexpected, piercing through my concentration like a sharp knife.

1 froze, my heart sinking. “Ethan, why do you want to know about him?” I asked, trying to mask the turmoil in my voice.

Ethan looked at me with those earnest eyes, so much like Alex’s. That man we saw at the airport, is he our daddy?”

1 felt a cold wave wash over me. There was no way I could lie my way out of this one. Ethan was firm, his face set in a stubborn expression that mirrored his father’s. I saw him walk over to Emma, who was quietly playing with her toys. “Emma,” he said, “the man at the airport is our daddy.”

Emma’s head snapped up, her eyes wide. “Are you sure, Ethan?”

Ethan nodded. “I’m sure.”

Why does he avoid us?” Her voice trembled with hurt

floor beside her, gathering her small frame into my arms. “Sweetheart,

firm. “Mommy, tell us the

hard to shield them from the pain of their past, but here they were, demanding

away Emma’s tears. “Okay,” I said, my voice breaking. “I’ll tell you the truth. That man you saw at the airport… he is your father. But

Emma looked at me with wide eyes, absorbing the information. “Why?” Emma asked, her

“He and I had problems. He made choices that hurt us. But you two… you tw are my whole world. I’ve been

if he’s our daddy, why doesn’t he

wanted. “I don’t know, Ethan. I wish I could give you a better

“I just

tightly, feeling their tiny bodies tremble against mine.

outside. The weight of the truth hung heavy in the air, and as I looked at my children, I knew I had to be strong for them, even as my own heart was

could think about was how I was going to shield

Chapter II

secure, no

distant and faint compared to the heaviness that settled in my chest. I opened the door to find one of my guards standing there, holding a letter with a wax

Davis, this just arrived,” he said, his

Margaret Alistair’s–imposing and grand. I closed the door behind the

The letter read:

“Ms. Davis,

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