Leah grew up in a house where love was rationed—and she got none. Her mother adored her siblings but treated Leah like a burden. The reason? Leah looked like the man her mother wanted to forget.
Her supposed father grew distant, and arguments erupted. At 14, Leah took matters into her own hands and ordered a DNA test. The results shattered everything: he wasn’t her dad. Nor was he Maya’s. Only Tessa was his child. He left, and her mother’s resentment exploded.
“You ruined my life,” her mother spat. Leah became the scapegoat, the servant, the invisible child. Her sisters bullied her. She paid rent while they lived free. When she demanded to know her real father’s name, her mother lied—twice.
Eventually, Leah found Darren. He welcomed her with warmth, revealed he’d paid child support for years, and had been told Leah hated him. The truth broke them both. He gave her a home, a sanctuary.
But peace was short-lived.
Her mother and Maya, evicted and shameless, broke into Leah’s house and tried to claim it. “You can sleep on the couch,” Maya said. Leah called the police. They fled.
She changed the locks. Blocked their numbers. And finally, she lived free—loved by the man who never stopped wanting her.
