ldn't keep this baby. The very idea of carrying a child born from a night
ying twins, and the embryos were developing perfectly. The black-and-white ultrasound image the doctor had p
ncredibly slim. The doctor urged her to think carefully, as losing the ability to become a mother in the future would be a lifelong regret. The clinical, detached tone of the
took the pill, and still managed to hit the jackpot with twins. It was a cruel, astronomical coincidence. Why didn't she have this kind of luc
ven know who the father was! She needed to work to afford them, but then who would take care of them? The logist
ssible dilemma. Having them meant a life of hardship and societal gossip. Aborting them meant potentially never having a child of her own. She had always dreamed of being a mother, but
treet. She hit accept and put it on speaker, holding the phone far from her ear. The icy winte
l have you been? Get y
a kind word to her; Audrey had endured more scoldings than she had eaten hot meals. Brenda's voice was like a physica
she often wondered if she was even biologically theirs. She had craved parental love, but reality slapped her down every time, until she finally accepted that her paren
e was carrying a stranger's twins. The city streets blurred around her, th
ou finally decided to show up? Where were you messing around? Look at you, you don't even know how to d
She scrutinized Audrey from head to toe, her eyes filled
y. She barely registered her mother's words. Her hand instinctively hovered ove
nsactional introduction with a wealthy investor today? A
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