Chapter 4 - The Blood of the Architect
The diary was a confession of a dying man.
Anna’s father, Marcus, had discovered Eleanor’s secret decades ago.
Eleanor wasn't just a socialite; she was a disgraced geneticist who had been expelled from the medical board for illegal experimentation.
She was obsessed with "directed evolution."
She believed that she could create the perfect family by mixing bloodlines like a chemist.
But the most horrifying revelation was at the bottom of the page.
“Eleanor didn't just choose a random donor for the second twin,” the diary read.
“She found the woman David loved before he met Anna. The woman she chased away.”
My heart stopped.
Before Anna, there was Maya.
Maya was the love of my early twenties—a brilliant, dark-skinned medical student.
She had disappeared without a word ten years ago. I thought she had simply moved on.
I thought she had stopped loving me.
But the diary told a different story.
Eleanor had threatened Maya’s family. She had paid her to vanish.
And, she had kept something.
Years ago, Maya and I had talked about a future. We had even visited a clinic together when she had a health scare, freezing eggs just in case.
Eleanor had bought that clinic.
She had stolen Maya’s eggs.
She had waited years, watching me marry her daughter.
She waited until Anna "failed" to provide a child.
Then, she used my own sperm and Maya’s stolen egg to create Noah.
She implanted him alongside Anna’s biological embryo, Liam.
She wanted to see which one would be "superior."
She wanted to prove that she was the architect of our lives.
"She used me," I whispered, the words feeling like shards of glass in my throat.
"She used both of us. She turned our children into a science project."
Anna looked at me, her eyes red and swollen.
"Noah is your son, David. Truly your son. With the woman you first loved."
"And I... I’m just the woman who carried him."
"No," I said, grabbing her hands. "No, Anna. You are his mother."
"DNA doesn't make a mother. You held him. You fed him. You bled for him."
"But he’s dying," Anna cried. "And I can't even give him my marrow because I’m not his blood!"
I stood up, the diary clutched in my hand.
"But I know who can," I said.
I realized why Eleanor was so desperate to get me to sign the divorce papers.
She knew where Maya was.
She knew that if I found the biological mother, her secret would be exposed to the world.
She wasn't trying to protect a legacy.
She was trying to cover up a decade of kidnapping, theft, and medical malpractice.
"I’m going to find her, Anna," I promised.
May you like
"And then, I’m going to destroy your mother."
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