Page 38 of Fake Wife for Dr. Secret Daddy

“I said it's fine.” I snap as I grip the steering wheel, reversing the car to leave the driveway.

I didn't mean to snap at her, but I knew that with how I felt now, I really needed to let this energy off somewhere, somehow.

I fucking have kids that have been stolen from me?!

Fuck!

“Okay… but I just wanted to say that your mother, came back only after I had given birth… had a stillbirth as I was told, so I don't think she had any idea about the pregnancy.” I hear Winnie’s sad voice as she stares at the window, sniffing.

Fuck.

I felt a tug in my heart as I hit the road, taking us home. I immediately stretched my free hand to hers, entwining our fingers together and gently squeezing her hand.

She glances briefly at me and gives me a sad smile before turning her attention back outside the window.

The drive back home is awkwardly quiet, and our tension is hefty. I could not be more grateful that Luna has been asleep all through.

“Uhm, that's not the way to the house.” Winnie points out as I take a turn.

“Yeah, I want to fix up something rapid,” I reply as I drive to the hospital’s building.

“Oh,” she says, leaning back in her seat. facing the window.

“I'll be back soon,” I say when I park in the hospital’s driveway and turn off the ignition.

“Alright, see you then,” she replies quietly, not looking at me once.

I exit the car and quickly walk to the building, heading to Father’s office.

“There’s a door for a reason,” Father says, not looking up from his paperwork on the table before him, as I barge into his office without knocking.

“Oh, it's you,” he says, looking up from his work and putting his pen down.

“I didn’t expect to see you at work today.” His eyes linger on mine. " I thought you were having a field day with your new… family.” His look is clearly one of displeasure and something unreadable as he looks back down on his work.

“A family that would have been complete if not for you!” I snap, slamming my hands on the desk. Father looks back up at me wide-eyed. What do you mean, son?” he asks, confusion etched on his face.

I scoff.

“No wonder you never let Mother know and stalled her arrival because you knew fully well that she wouldn't let what you did happen and would have protected her grandchildren like hawks.” I spit venomously as I lean across Father's desk. “What did she ever do to you?” My fists clench tightly by the edge of the desk.

“I was only trying to protect you!” He retorts and takes a deep breath, composing himself. “I only wanted the best for you. Hiding those kids from you was in your best interest.”

I laugh, “You tried so hard! How does that work with protecting me from my flesh and blood? Are you even listening to yourself?” I ask incredulously.

“It'll have put your job at stake!”

“Are you listening to yourself?!” I ask, my voice rising again.

“I'm not even surprised,” I laugh in sarcasm. “You've always been selfish. Everything has always been about you, so why am I even surprised?”

Father doesn't say anything about that; instead, his expression becomes guarded, and his jaw tightens. But it doesn’t hide the rage that’s boiling within him.

I continue.

“Winnie and Austin’s father, Thomas Chapman, was like an uncle to me.” I pause to stare at Father, “His death hit me hard, and it was all your fault, Father!”

Father raises both eyebrows, staring at me, his arms folded across his chest.

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