Whose Kids Are Those?

Chapter 1: The Problem Wasn't Me

"Olivia?"

The name left Daniel's mouth before he could stop it.

The garden party went quiet.

Olivia stood beneath the flowered entrance, holding a baby against her chest. Two little girls walked beside her, each holding part of her coat. She looked calm, elegant, and completely untouched by the whispers spreading through the crowd.

Daniel did not look calm.

Beside him stood his pregnant fiancée, Vanessa, dressed in white with one hand resting over her stomach. Her smile disappeared the moment she saw Olivia.

Olivia continued walking.

"You invited me," she said.

Daniel opened his hands in confusion. "I didn't know you would bring... them."

His eyes moved from the baby to the two girls.

The oldest had Olivia's face.

The younger one had his eyes.

Daniel felt the blood drain from his cheeks.

"Whose children are those?"

Olivia adjusted the baby in her arms.

"Mine."

The guests shifted closer, pretending not to listen.

Daniel's voice dropped. "You told me you couldn't have children."

"No," Olivia said. "Your mother told you that."

Vanessa stiffened.

Daniel stared at her. "What does that mean?"

Olivia looked at the woman beside him, then at Vanessa's pregnant stomach.

"The problem wasn't me."

The words struck him harder than a slap.

For six years, Daniel had blamed Olivia for the collapse of their marriage. Doctors had told him she would never carry a child. His mother had produced medical reports. Vanessa had comforted him.

Now Olivia stood before him with three children.

Daniel looked at the youngest girl again.

She had the same small birthmark near her eyebrow that he had.

His lips moved, but no words came.

Olivia's expression remained cold.

"The doctors never tested me," she said. "They tested you."

Daniel's eyes widened.

"And someone changed the results."

Vanessa dropped her champagne glass.

It shattered across the stone.