As the night wore on, the temperature grew colder. The cries of a baby disturbed the hearing of Elena, who was still deep in sleep.She blinked her eyes to see the silhouette of a man who was rocking Ella in the crib next to the main bed. Elena smiled; the man seemed to genuinely care for Ella.Slowly, Ella stopped crying. The baby girl drifted back to sleep. The corners of Jonathan's lips pulled upward, forming an arch on his luscious lips.Being able to make Ella stop crying brought Jonathan great satisfaction. Suddenly, the man's mind drifted to the series of DNA tests he had taken some time ago.Was Jonathan ready to accept the fact that the test results showed that Ella was not his biological daughter? Will his affection for Ella fade instantly? .....Two weeks had passed since Jonathan submitted a blood sample for the DNA test. That morning, he was about to leave early to collect the test results that had kept him up all night."Honey, is it not too early to come to the office?

Elena held Ella with her face close to the baby girl's face. Through the window, Elena wanted to show Ella the view of the blue Auckland sky with a few white clouds. It was a very sunny day, and of course the sun outside would bake the skin of anyone under it."Do you see there, darling? The sky is beautiful, and the sun is shining very brightly today. I hope that my days with you will be as beautiful as the sky and as bright as the sun shining this afternoon." Elena said to the baby, who was only silent and blinked his eyes.The conversation full of affectionate words from a mother to her child continued. Elena thought as if the baby in her arms understood what she was talking about.The sound of a phone ringing instantly disturbed her hearing, pausing Elena's conversation with the baby in her arms. Her eyes darted to the flat object that kept calling her to the bed. The screen seemed to be on, but Elena was reluctant to approach it.Elena chose to remain silent, guessing that the ca

This Sunday felt much different from the previous weeks. Usually, on weekends, they would spend time at the family villa at Waitemata Harbor. The sea breeze was soothing, and the view of the beautiful harbor was comforting, so a weekend at Waitemata Harbor was the perfect choice to refresh their tired minds.Jonathan bit his lower lip quite hard, leaving a fishy smell of blood from his own bite. He had to accept a harsh reality that was difficult for him to accept: a woman who was the number one in his life was sitting in a wheelchair in a very fragile state.Theresia's gaze looked blank. Her usually talkative lips were now tightly closed, and her pale and expressionless face showed that there was no more passion to live her life. She looked more like a living corpse.Under the warm morning sun, Jonathan squatted down to match the position of his mother's face."There's something you want; maybe I can bring it to you right away if you want." asked Jonathan with two eyebrows raised clo

Jonathan took a deep breath as silence greeted him in the room. No more Elena, no more Ella. The room was quiet and felt colder than the time before Elena was in there. The heating didn't seem to be working properly.Jontahan touched Elena's belongings that were there. Elena's pajamas hanging in the closet, the array of makeup on the dressing table, and the luxurious bag she always carried when traveling. All the surfaces felt cold to the touch, and the image of the last moment of Elena's life flashed in his head: her screaming and her eyes wide open as fresh blood flowed from her head.Jonathan instantly moved his hands away from the objects, feeling that he was indirectly responsible for the poor woman's death. Had he known this was how it would turn out, he would have chosen to keep quiet about Elena's biggest lie and devote the rest of his life to the woman who had lied to him. He would have done anything to keep her alive. No one would have guessed that behind his burly body and

Jonathan returned to the lodge in the late afternoon. He spent the morning sitting pensively in a park chair at the Waikato River Walk. The image of his first meeting after a long separation with Amelie was far from what he expected. The athletic man walked into the lodge room carrying a food bag with a take-away logo, containing a burger he had bought from a fast food restaurant, on his way back to the lodge. Jonathan reluctantly opened the paper wrapping the food and began to chew lazily. The food he bought was just to fill his stomach, which was screaming with hunger. Had he not felt his body staggering from lack of energy, perhaps the man would have persisted in sitting pensively without filling his stomach with food, at least until it was dark.It was all because of the rejection he received this morning. The image of Amelie's face and the boy he met at the shop this morning came back to his head. The smile on the little boy's innocent face was very clear in Jonathan's mind,