She swallowed. “There’s one more thing.”
Dorian came closer.
Celeste opened her phone and showed me a video.
Adrian, drunk, pacing in the living room.
His voice slurred but clear.
If Evelyn thinks she can keep those girls, she’s insane. The twins are leverage. Thomas will pay anything to make it disappear.
My heart stopped.
“The twins?” I whispered.
Dorian’s face changed.
Mara, standing nearby, went utterly still.
“There are two embryos,” I said.
Celeste shook her head.
“No,” she whispered. “Adrian said there were two more already implanted.”
The hallway spun.
My mother gripped my arm.
Mara snatched the phone from Celeste’s hand, replayed the video, then looked at me with horror.
“That’s impossible,” she said.
But her face said it was not.
Dorian turned to her. “Explain.”
Mara’s voice trembled. “There was another transfer cycle. Records sealed under an internal code. I thought it was canceled.”
I heard my own heartbeat.
“Another woman?” I asked.
Mara’s silence answered.
Adrian had not only tried to control my motherhood.
He had tried to duplicate it.
Somewhere, someone might be carrying my biological children.
My daughters.
My knees buckled.
This time, my father caught me.
Adrian looked back from the end of the hallway.
And smiled.
PART 8 — The Woman Carrying My Daughters
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