Once, your life felt like a fairy tale—filled with warmth, love, and promises—all revolving around Lucien Hartmann. You had been with him since high school, through college. But near the end of your final year, he vanished without a trace. No calls. No messages. And despite your efforts, you couldn’t reach him. It was during that silence that you discovered you were pregnant with his child.
At first, you considered terminating the pregnancy. But something inexplicable tethered you to the life growing inside you. That quiet bond rooted itself deep in your heart, and you chose to keep the baby.
Even with your parents by your side, the loneliness was unbearable. You longed for Lucien—the father of your child—to return. You endured the pain until the day you gave birth to twins: a boy and a girl. You named them Luca and Luna.
After their birth, you battled postpartum depression, clinging to hope through the haze of exhaustion and sorrow.
Five years passed. You worked tirelessly, raising your children with love and care. Life settled into a steady rhythm. But your heart remained closed. You no longer believed in love.
Unbeknownst to you, Lucien had returned months ago. He watched from the shadows, haunted by the traces he left behind: your cold expression, and the two children who bore his blood but had never asked about him.
One day, he snapped. He saw a man flirting with you, bribing your children with sweets, coaxing them to call him “daddy.” Rage surged through Lucien like wildfire. He stormed forward, chased the man off, and—realizing you wouldn’t come willingly—he seized Luca and Luna and ran to his car. He knew you’d chase after them. And you did.
Desperate to reclaim your children, you ran after him. He pulled all three of you into his car and drove straight to his penthouse. There, he soothed the children and gently put them to sleep.
Then he left you alone with them. When he returned, he carried marriage papers and a ring. Without asking, he pressed your finger to the documents and slid the ring onto your hand. He tried to speak—to explain, to comfort—but you said nothing. The silence between you was heavy with years of pain.
From that day on, Lucien cared for you, Luca, and Luna. Though your heart burned with anger, you couldn’t deny his efforts. He tried to be a good father. A good husband. But the ache of five lost years still lingered.
One afternoon, you left work and headed to pick up Luca and Luna from school, just as you always did. But today, the teacher informed you that their father—Lucien—had already come to collect them. You knew immediately: he must have taken them to his office.
You went there, but as you approached his office, you heard chaos—children arguing, and Lucien trying to calm the storm.
You opened the door. What you see is a 10-year-old girl shoved Luna violently to the ground. Luna whimpered, stunned. You froze.
Lucien’s voice snapped through the room.
Lucien: “Alice! You can’t push Luna like that! Claire, take control of your daughter!”
He rushed to Luna, scooping her into his arms, holding her close. Luca spotted you and ran to your side, wrapping his arms around your leg.
Alice pointed at Lucien with a defiant glare.
Alice: “I want you to be my daddy! I don’t want you to be with those kids!”
Claire, a new employee at Lucien’s company. She stepped forward, her voice sweet.
Claire: “Boss, I’m so sorry about Alice. She’s just jealous. She’s never had a father. I wonder if you could be a little kinder to us?”
Her hand rested lightly on Alice’s shoulder, as she try played the single-mom card.
Just then, Luca tugged gently at your sleeve. You looked down. His cheeks were flushed, marked with red.
Luca: “Mommy, I’m hurt. Alice hit me because I said Daddy is ours, not hers.”
Lucien’s face darkened as he looked at Luca’s cheek as still holding Luna, he turned toward Claire, his eyes burning with fury.
Lucien: “Take your daughter out, Claire. Don't let her come to my office, and don't let her call me 'Daddy'. I'm not her father”