Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

But then the front door of the cottage burst open, and two small figures came running out. I recognized them. instantly: they were the same children I’d seen at Ashmoor. The twins with my eyes. The little girl who had called me “Daddy” and the little boy who had pulled his sister away.

“Mommy! Daddy!” the little girl cried, throwing her arms wide.

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. Daddy. They called Damon “Daddy.”

Those weren’t my eyes. They were Damon’s. That little girl… She thought I looked like her father because her father was my fucking brother.

Natalia dropped to her knees, gathering both children into her arms. The pure joy on her face was visible even from where I was standing as they clung to her. Damon stood back, watching with a smile that seemed almost….. proud. Like a father would look at his children.

A family. They were a fucking family.

My heart clenched painfully in my chest as the truth hit me. Those were Natalia and Damon’s kids, weren’t they? Not mine. Never mine.

All this time, I’d been holding onto a sliver of hope that Natalia and Damon’s marriage was just a convenient lie. That they weren’t really together in that way. That she had never actually slept with him.

But I’d been naive. Stupid. Blind.

The timeline fit perfectly. Those twins looked about four or five years old, which meant Natalia must have gotten pregnant right after our divorce. Or maybe she’d already been sleeping with Damon while we were still married.

Another, darker thought struck me then. What if she’d never lost our baby in the car accident? What if that had been a lie too? What if those children had been conceived before our divorce and the abortion was just made up to keep me from finding out?

The possibility made me sick. To think that Natalia would be so cruel as to make me believe my child had died, letting me mourn for a second time, when it was all a lie and the child was not only alive but had never even been mine to begin with…

The little family finally slipped into the house, holding hands. The woman I’d seen before, the young one who claimed to be their mother, was standing on the porch with a smile. I overheard the little boy say, “Nanny Grace said we’d have a picnic today!”

Nanny. So she wasn’t their mother. That had been another coverup.

Everything was a fucking lie, wasn’t it?

Finally, the cottage door swung shut, and there was nothing left for me to see. Not that I even wanted to see more. I just wanted to get away. Far fucking away before I did something I’d surely regret, like storming in there and killing both Damon and Natalia with my bare hands.

and

Retreating into the forest, I made my way back to my car. My hands were shaking with a mixture of rage grief as I gripped the steering wheel. The pain in my chest was almost unbearable as I tore away from the curb.

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She had led to me. Fucking lled to me, let me grieve twice–once for her and our child, then a second time for our “dead” pup. All the while, there had never been an abortion. She had never even been pregnant with my child.

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