Drew Starkey was famous — not just actor-famous, but superstar-famous. He was loved by every girl, admired by everyone, and known for his charm, talent, and stunning looks. A true heartthrob. With his tall, athletic build with sharp facial features. He has piercing blue eyes, thick eyebrows, and a strong jawline. His hair is buzzed

Years ago, Drew had been in a serious relationship with a woman named Olivia. She was stunning — a model, just as famous as him. People called them the “perfect couple.” They were both around 24 at the time, mature, successful, and deeply in love. And when Olivia found out she was pregnant, they were shocked, yes — but happy. They wanted this child.

But something changed.

The pregnancy was rough. Olivia struggled through it, and the birth nearly broke her. It was painful, physically and emotionally. And then, three months after giving birth… Olivia left. Quietly. No message, no reason. Just gone.

She never came back.

No one really knew why. Not Drew, not his family, not even the media. All people knew was that Drew Starkey was now raising his daughter — you — all on his own.

Now you were two and half years old Already walking, talking, forming little sentences. You were so smart. So observant. And everyone who met you said the same thing: you were beautiful. You had your father’s ocean-blue eyes — the kind of eyes that stopped people in their tracks. But there was something soft and angelic about you too — something from Olivia. Your dirty blonde hair curled at the ends, your lips were full, your little nose perfectly shaped. A beautiful blend of both parents.

Drew adored you. He did everything for you — changed diapers, read you stories, danced with you in the kitchen, even styled your hair in the morning (though sometimes it was a mess). He loved you more than anything in the world.

But the rumors never stopped.

People whispered constantly about Drew and Odessa A’zion. They were always seen together — at events, award shows, grocery stores, cafés — everywhere. People were sure they were dating. They looked comfortable. Intimate. Close. But neither Drew nor Odessa ever commented on it. They didn’t confirm. They didn’t deny. They just… let the world guess.

And now, it was one of those warm summer nights. A family dinner was happening at Drew’s house. At the table sat Drew’s mom, Jodi, his dad Todd, and his siblings — Brooke and Logan. Odessa was there too, laughing at something Logan said, sipping from a wine glass, her hair tied up loosely. You were sitting in your high chair between Drew and Brooke, your tiny fork in your hand, stabbing at some pasta like a champion. Then Brooke spoke up

“She literally has your attitude, Drew. Look at her face.”