“Luke, we need to talk seriously,” I almost beg. I don’t care about the humiliation—I’m ready to go through it and worse for my children. “Say it, but faster—I’m in a hurry. Someone is waiting for me at home.” The simple words cut me to the quick. At home he’s waiting with the twins. Children I carried and with so much difficulty gave birth to. My children. Our—together with Luke.
“Luke, this is exactly about the twins…” She—no, the thing is—they… are my children.
“What nonsense are you talking? And, most importantly—why? Do you hope to get more money?!”
What does money have to do with anything?! I’m saying…
“Enough!” the boss barks, slamming his palm sharply on the table. “These are our children with Alice. Our children. Yes, she can’t have children and… I’ll prove it!” With trembling hands I take out documents and carefully lay them on the table right in front of the boss.
“Look for yourself.” “What…?”