“I deserve someone who chooses me first.”
“You do.”
“And your children deserve their father.”
Without another word…
She walked toward the door.
Rachel suddenly spoke.
“Noelle.”
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She turned.
“I’m sorry.”
Noelle gave her a gentle smile.
“You didn’t do this.”
Then she quietly disappeared down the hallway.
My mother arrived less than an hour later.
For the first time in my life…
She looked frightened.
Not dignified.
Not composed.
Simply frightened.
She stopped several feet away from Rachel.
“I thought I was saving my son.”
Rachel answered softly.
“You stole their father.”
My mother looked toward the children.
Lily.
Noah.
Sophie.
Three little lives she had erased before they even began.
Tears rolled silently down her face.
“I don’t expect forgiveness.”
Rachel nodded.
“You shouldn’t.”
Months later…
DNA testing confirmed what none of us truly doubted.
Lily.
Noah.
Sophie.
All three were my children.
