8: They're your children

Demian

Leaving Dana has been a very tough decision, but I was forced to do it after finding out what she did. After what Rachel told me about my wife, I was surprised by the woman I had married.

I never thought Dana would be capable of keeping me away from our three-year-old son and threatening her stepsister. But that's what she did. So, I had to decide to leave her and found solace in Rachel's arms when I found out her son was also mine. When I saw Rachel's pain over what happened, I was deeply moved. I decided to protect her.

Before I knew it, I had fallen in love with Rachel again and found myself in a secret relationship. I didn't like being cruel to people; I've been tough and treated Dana coldly with my actions. My hurting heart couldn't act any other way.

It's been two months since Dana and I parted ways, and I haven't stopped thinking about the day I rejected my ex-wife. I don't understand why Dana didn't beg me to stay with her. Why did she agree to leave without asking for forgiveness? Didn't she love me?

I was furious with her. I felt so deceived and betrayed.

Dana's mother paid me a visit. Rachel wasn't home.

"How can I help you, ma'am?" I asked, annoyed but respectful.

"Is it true what I've heard? Have Dana and you divorced two months ago?"

"Didn't Dana tell you?"

"I haven't seen her since then, Demian. What happened? I suspected something was wrong, but I didn't think Dana would hide something like this from me."

Dana loved her mother. I wonder why she hasn't gone to see her mother since then.

Was Dana okay?

I worried but pretended not to.

"I don't know, ma'am. I can't help you. She and I have no relationship."

When her mother left the house, I pondered for a few days why Dana would hide the truth from her mother. Maybe I shouldn't have, but I felt curious about what was happening with her. I needed to know that she was safe because something inside me asked for it.

I've heard that unfriendly packs of werewolves have arrived in the city. What if someone harmed her?

I ordered a detective to search for Dana from the shadows. I couldn't focus on my new life without resolving that curiosity I had. I asked for discretion so Rachel wouldn't find out what I did because I didn't want problems with my future wife.

I couldn't sleep all night thinking about her. Rachel was lying on my chest and hugging me. Looking at her made me think about what Rachel had to go through because of Dana. The resentment had no intention of leaving my system.

I had a strange dream that night. I dreamed of Dana in the hospital. I felt nervous, but I didn't understand why. Until I saw Dana holding two babies in her arms.

"They're your children, Demian," she replied with a smile.

I woke up abruptly and sat up in bed. Rachel didn't notice. I couldn't shake the feeling from my chest.

I always wanted to have children with Dana, but I didn't think I would ask for a divorce. That reality would never happen. Dana wasn't pregnant. It was just a dream.

I grabbed my phone. I still had Dana's number saved.

I remembered Rachel's words: "Dana doesn't love you, Demian. She's using you because she wants your money and power."

If Dana truly loved me, she would have fought not to separate us. However, she left without making an effort to save our relationship.

Rachel left the house in the morning. I told her I would see her at night when she returned from work. The detective I hired scheduled a meeting with me at noon. He said he had relevant information about Dana's whereabouts and health. I waited impatiently for the news.

The detective left the papers on my desk and allowed me to evaluate them myself. I noticed that Dana bought a plane ticket to Kansas City. She left, that's why her mother couldn't find her.

"Has she left the city?" I asked the detective. I looked at the photos of Dana entering a supermarket in Kansas. "When?"

I had a bad taste in my mouth. I don't know why, but I felt furious that she had gone so far away. Maybe she felt ashamed of how Rachel and I acted because of her selfish desires for power and money.

"According to my investigation, she left days after you divorced. To be exact, she left the day you rejected her. She packed her things and bought a plane ticket."

I never expected her to leave. I never even imagined Dana would leave her mother alone in the city. Why didn't she tell her that she was leaving? Her mother probably had no idea what kind of person Dana was.

"There's more delicate information, Demian," he announced. Judging by his expression, he was serious. "I don't know if you're aware of this, so I suggest you sit down to hear it."

Impatience gnawed at me.

"Speak!"

"Dana has been going to the hospital in Kansas City regularly. She's pregnant with twins. Did you know? Is that why you're investigating her? For your children?"

I fell frozen in my office chair. I couldn't believe the detective's words. It had to be a stupid joke. A tasteless joke.

"You can't be serious," I denied, but I remembered the dream I had. I remembered the feeling and pressure in my chest when dreaming of a twin pregnancy.

"I am serious. Didn't you know?"

"Of course, I didn't know!"

The news echoed in my mind. I couldn't understand how Dana could do such a thing to me. First, she kept me away from my son with Rachel. For the second time, she did the same: she left to keep me away from my children. But I wasn't going to let her get away with it. Her children were mine too.

"I have to go find her. I want you to urgently send me the address of her house."

"She lives above a cafe. Dana is renting there. It's not a fancy place she's accustomed to. I suppose the rent is cheaper there, or they give her free accommodation."

"Is she working?" I raised my eyebrows.

I didn't expect her to work in a cafe. Dana was capable and intelligent. But she never had to go looking for a job anywhere.

"The address is on one of the papers. If you need anything else, call me, Demian."

He walked to the exit, but I stopped him.

"Are you sure about this? Is she pregnant?"

"I have no doubts, Demian."

I wasn't going to sit idly by. I had to travel to Kansas City to confront Dana.