I Meow AA

Read next chapter👉

Ad Copy

She barely made it through giving birth to twins when she learned that her husband was engaged to her adopted sister. Overnight, everyone was mocking her as the wife a hockey star had tossed aside. Then her rare blood type uncovered a shocking truth about her birth. Her wealthy father and brothers came to take her home, and this time, she was the one handing him divorce papers. By the time he wanted her back, it was far too late. ===== Chapter 1 ANYA POV: When I was lying in the operating room with postpartum he**rrhage and in urgent need of family consent form during emergency situations, the twelve phone calls I made to my husband with my last strength were not worth one tenth of the hockey stick in his hand. The operating room is in chaos. The monitor screamed and the nurses ran around. After a day and a night of childbirth, my body was exhausted. Every pulse takes away a warm and sticky bl**d and slips away from me quietly. I knew I was going to die. I can feel it. Two years of marriage, and I should have known. I was just a prop he married to satisfy his family. But, for the sake of my unborn child, I continue to make one last effort. This was the thirteenth time I had called him. Waiting in agony,the call connected. But it wasn't his voice. It was his assistant's, crisp and professional. "Mr. Knight is in a critical strategy meeting before tonight's game, Mrs. Knight." My voice was so weak I could barely hear it. "Please, let me say something to him, just once...... Maybe after today,he won't have to answer my calls anymore. " A moment of silence. Then, I heard Keenan's voice, laced with irritation. The background noise was unmistakable-the sharp tap of hockey sticks on a locker room floor. "Anya, what trick are you playing now? Didn't I tell you every pre-game meeting is crucial?" My eyes are blurred with tears. "Keenan, I know you always wanted me to sign that divorce agreement. Now I agree to your request. As long as you come to the hospital-" He cut me off, his tone brutal. "Giving birth is a woman's job. You have doctors and nurses for that. Don't bother me with this stuff. You can't afford to be responsible for messing with the team's focus." Just as I was about to speak again and beg for help, another voice. Sweet, familiar, and dripping with poison. "Keenan, the competition is about to start.don't let irrelevant people upset you. Come try the energy drink I made for you." My adopted sister, Kinley Hayes. Keenan's voice instantly softened. "Okay, babe." The line went dead. I let the phone slip from my numb fingers. Tears mixed with the sweat on my face. I gave up the struggle, and numbly closed my eyes. But nurse Miller suddenly rushed in. "Dr. Reynolds! The mother's family has just signed off. We're ready for the operation!" When I heard these words, my eyes, which I had just closed, slowly opened again. My adoptive parents? No, they would rather have me die than let this happen. I can't help but wonder whether maybe the family of one of their patients signed the wrong form. But I no longer have the time to care about these things. The darkness has blinded my eyes. When I opened my eyes once again, I found myself in a regular ward. Two small, transparent baby beds were placed beside my bed. Through the clear plastic, I saw two tiny, wrinkled beings. One sl**t peacefully, the other waved a minuscule fist in the air. So small. So fragile. My children... they are all alive. I am also alive. Tears flowed from my eyes, I stretched out my trembling hand, pressing my fingers against the smooth plastic surface of the baby crib, as if I could feel their warmth through it. At that moment, I suddenly remembered the person who signed the informed consent form for the emergency treatment. Just as I was about to call the nurse to ask about this matter, the TV on the wall flashed briefly. Someone must have changed the channel. Live sports news began to play in the room. "Keenan Knight leads his team to a stunning victory tonight! The star player delivered an unforgettable performance, securing their place in the finals!" My eyes snap open. On the screen, Keenan stands in the middle of the rink, arms raised in triumph. The crowd roars behind him. His face is all smiles-the same face that had called me a trick just hours ago. And then the camera pans. Kinley is there, at his side, clinging to his arm. Her head leans against his shoulder. She looks up at him, her cheeks flushed. The news anchor's voice continues, "And it looks like the victory isn't the only good news for Knight tonight! Rumors are swirling that he and his long-time girlfriend, influencer Kinley Hayes, are getting closer to making things official. Wedding bells might be ringing soon for this golden couple!" Golden couple. Long-time girlfriend. Wedding bells. My ch**t hurts terribly. But I swallowed the pain back down. I looked at my child again... I can't collapse now. In this crowded ward, there are two other beds. Both of these beds are surrounded by family members. The husband holds the wife's hand. The mothers are busy taking care of the newborns. The grandparents laugh as they watch the babies. The room is filled with conversations, laughter, and expressions of love. My corner is completely silent. I close my eyes, pretending to be asleep, trying to ignore all this chaos. "Look, that's the woman who married Keenan Knight. I heard she's just an adopted daughter with no background." "Her husband didn't even show up for the birth. Tsk, tsk. Being a rich man's wife isn't easy." "I heard Keenan's real love is her influencer sister. This marriage is probably about to end." "She's so pathetic. A Puck Bunny who thought she could climb the ladder, only to get kicked off." I clenched the blanket, my nails digging into my palm. That's what they thought of me. I didn't marry him for his fame or his money. The malicious speculation was a physical pain, worse than the tearing of childbirth. Humiliation and grief made it hard to breathe. I turned my head, my two babies snored softly beside me. They were my only comfort in this world. I gently took my daughter's tiny hand. Anya, I told myself, that's enough. This one-woman show is over. For my children, I have to leave him. Chapter 2 ANYA POV: The whispers from the next bed and Keenan's cold voice played on a loop in my head. I lay awake all night, staring at the ceiling until it turned a pale, sickly gray. When the morning nurse came to the ward, she saw my pale face and my red, swollen eyes. She sighed and urged me to eat something for the children. I mechanically scooped up the oatmeal from the hospital bowl and put it into my mouth. It was tasteless, just like swallowing my own humiliation. My thoughts drifted back, unbidden, to how this marriage began. I was the Hayes family's adopted daughter, a permanent outsider. They provided food, shelter, and an education, but never any real love. I met Keenan at a charity gala. He was the star hockey player, bathed in the spotlight. I was the unremarkable girl in the corner. His pursuit had been flattering. I thought I was Cinderella, meeting my prince. Looking back now, he just needed a docile, obedient wife with a simple background to decorate his public image. And Kinley, the Hayes's biological daughter, my adoptive sister, she was an angel in public and a demon in private, tormenting me in the cruelest ways. After we got married, Keenan moved her into our home, using the excuse that "Kinley just had a breakup and needs company." Until one day, how the recommendation letter for my application to Le Cordon Bleu in Paris had mysteriously vanished. Later, I saw Kinley in a local fashion campaign, using a portfolio with a design concept eerily similar to mine. From that day on, our house was no longer my home. Keenan's eyes always followed Kinley. I became the extra, the inconvenient wife. Later,Keenan had thrown a divorce agreement in front of me, right after I'd found out I was pr**nant. "Anya, Kinley is pr**nant with my child," he'd said. "We need to give the baby a legitimate family. Sign it. Don't make this difficult for me." Then I had always refused, naively believing that a child might win back his heart. What a joke. I looked down at the tiny baby in my arms, the other sl**ping peacefully beside me. They didn't deserve to grow up in a loveless home filled with lies. A divorce. I had to get a divorce. Suddenly Nurse Miller walked in,"Mrs. Knight, the head of obstetrics, Dr. Sinclair, is coming for rounds." I was surprised. The department head usually only visited VIPs or patients with special cases. I was just an ordinary new mother. A few minutes later, a distinguished man in a white coat entered. He was around fifty, with gold-rimmed glasses and a gentle but sharp, assessing gaze. This was Julian Sinclair. He walked to my bedside and smiled. "Good morning, Mrs. Knight. How are you feeling?" His voice was warm, a stark contrast to everyone else's indifference. "I'm fine, thank you, Dr. Sinclair," I replied, a little overwhelmed. His gaze fell on the two bassinets beside me, and his eyes instantly softened, a flicker of emotion crossing his face. "May I see the children?" I nodded. He leaned over, looking at my son and daughter with an intensity that felt personal. "They are beautiful," he said softly. "They look like you." His eyes returned to my face, studying my features carefully. I felt a little uncomfortable under his scrutiny and instinctively looked away. Perhaps due to the awkward atmosphere at that moment, Nurse Miller tried to lighten the mood by smiling and telling me that the person who signed the informed consent form for my family members was Dr. Sinclair. I was suddenly shocked. It turned out that the person who signed that informed consent form for the family members was Dr. Sinclair. But why would he do such a thing? We had never seen him act like this before. Why would he save me? Before I could ask any questions,he walked to my bedside, "Ms. Hayes, may I ask you a few questions?" I was confused but nodded. "Your family... I mean, your biological parents. Do they have any particular medical history?" he asked. I shook my head, a bitter taste in my mouth. "I don't know. I'm an orphan. I was adopted." Julian's seemed more excited when he heard this answer. "And your bl**d type? Do you know it?" I replied. " O-negative with the Rh-negative factor. The nurses mentioned it's rare." Hearing this, Julian's hand clenched into a fist. He adjusted his glasses, trying to calm his breathing. His reaction was deeply strange. Why would the Head of Obstetrics be so interested in my background and bl**d type? He looked at my face, as if seeing someone else through me, and murmured, "So similar, truly so similar..." I grew even more bewildered. "Doctor, is there a problem?" Julian snapped back to the present, offering me a reassuring smile. "No, nothing. Just confirming some medical information. You should get some rest." He turned and left the ward, his pace much quicker than when he had arrived. I watched him leave, and a strange feeling pierced through my back. Something wasn't right, but I couldn't put my finger on what exactly. His questions, his gaze... everything was too strange. And also, why did he sign that notice of family consent, essentially guaranteeing my life? A sense of foreboding settled over me. Chapter 3 ANYA POV: I tried to push Julian's odd behavior out of my mind, focusing all my attention on my two babies. I clumsily learned how to feed them, how to change their diapers. Nurse Miller was patient, her presence the only warmth I felt in this cold, sterile place. In the afternoon, the ward door opened again. Julian was back. He was followed by two nurses pushing a hospital bed that looked far more advanced and comfortable than mine. My stomach tightened. I thought something was wrong with me or the babies, that we needed to be moved to a special care unit. Julian walked to my bedside, his face holding a smile I couldn't understand, a mixture of joy and heartache. "Ms. Hayes, we're moving you to a different room." I'm a little anxious, "Why? Is my children's health..." He cut me off, his tone gentle but firm. "No, you and the children are fine. It's just that this environment is too noisy. It's not conducive to your recovery." I felt a pang of anxiety. "But... I don't have the money for a private room." Keenan never gave me extra money. My credit card limit wouldn't cover the cost of an expensive private room. Julian's expression dimmed for a moment, then his voice became even softer. "Don't worry about the cost. Everything has been arranged. Consider it humanitarian care from the hospital for a special case." The reason sounded flimsy, but his demeanor left no room for argument. The families at the other beds watched with curiosity, whispering among themselves. Their stares made me uncomfortable. Two nurses efficiently packed my few belongings, while another carefully lifted my babies and placed them in a wheeled, temperature-controlled nursery cart. I was helped onto the new bed. The mattress was incredibly soft, the blanket a light, downy quilt. Led by Julian, we left the noisy ward. We didn't go to the regular patient floors. Instead, we took a private elevator that required a special key card. The elevator ascended smoothly, stopping at the top floor. When the doors opened, I gasped. This didn't look like a hospital at all. It was more like the executive floor of a five-star hotel. Thick carpets muffled our footsteps, art hung on the walls, and the air was filled with the faint scent of fresh flowers. The corridor was silent. Julian pushed open a door at the end of the hall and gestured for me to enter. It was a massive suite, with a separate living area, a bedroom, and a fully equipped kitchenette. A huge floor-to-ceiling window offered a breathtaking view of the Boston skyline. Sunlight streamed in, making the entire room bright and warm. It was heaven compared to my previous bed, which didn't even have a view of the sky. I was too stunned to speak, just staring at the scene before me. The nurses placed my babies in the high-end cribs that were already set up in the bedroom, then quietly left, closing the door behind them. Only Julian and I remained in the suite. I finally found my voice, my words trembling. "Doctor... what is all this? I can't afford this, I..." Julian walked over to me, his eyes a little red. He took an envelope from his pocket and handed it to me. His voice was thick with emotion. "Child, you deserve all of this, and so much more. Because you are not an orphan." My gaze fell to the envelope. The words "DNA Test Report" were printed on it. My heart began to pound against my ribs. I looked up, meeting his gaze, which was full of expectation and apology. He spoke slowly, his voice thick with an emotion he could no longer suppress. "Before you open it, I want you to be prepared. What's in this report will change your life completely." "We... your family... we've been looking for you for many years." My mind went blank. I couldn't process the weight of his words. Family? My family? My knuckles were white from gripping the manila envelope. It felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. "My... family?" I repeated the word, a foreign concept on my tongue. Julian sat on the sofa next to me, maintaining a respectful but close distance. His voice was filled with a mix of nostalgia and sorrow. He began to tell a story that had been buried for over two decades. Chapter 4 ANYA POV: "Twenty-two years ago, my sister, Isabella, took her three-year-old daughter-you-to Central Park in New York. The sun was bright that day, and the park was crowded." His words triggered fragmented, blurry images in my mind: warm sunlight, colorful balloons, the sound of a woman's laughter... but I couldn't grasp them. "Isabella just took a phone call. When she turned back, you were gone." The pain in Julian's voice was raw. "That day became our family's living nightmare." An invisible hand squeezed my heart, making it hard to breathe. "We called the police, used every connection we had, turned the entire city upside down, but we couldn't find you. It was as if you had vanished from the face of the earth." He continued, "All these years, we never gave up. I chose to become an obstetrician, hoping that one day, through medical science, I might find a clue." "Your bl**d type, O-negative with the Rh-negative factor, is hereditary in our family. It's extremely rare. When I saw your medical chart, I had a strong premonition." He pointed to my face. "And your eyes, your brow... they are almost identical to Isabella's when she was young." My hands shaking, I opened the envelope and pulled out the report. I couldn't understand the complex genetic data, but the conclusion on the final page was printed in bold, black letters. "Based on the analysis, Sample A (Anya Hayes) and Sample B (Isabella Sinclair) share a biological mother-daughter relationship with a probability of 99.9999%." My vision blurred. Tears, like broken pearls, fell onto the paper, smudging the ink. I wasn't an unwanted child. I had a mother who was looking for me. A family that had been searching for over twenty years. The impact of this realization was a thousand times more powerful than the pain of being abandoned by Keenan. It was an earthquake that shattered the foundations of my world. I covered my mouth and began to sob, a deep, gut-wrenching cry. All the loneliness, the feeling of being discarded, the years of quiet suffering, erupted in that moment. Julian didn't speak. He just silently handed me a tissue, then a glass of warm water. His own shoulders were trembling as he fought to control his emotions. "My... my name is Anya..." I cried. "They all call me Anya." Julian's eyes grew redder. His voice was hoarse. "Your real name... is Ariadne. Ariadne Sinclair." Ariadne Sinclair. I repeated the name in my mind. It felt strange, yet it resonated with a bizarre sense of belonging. It took a long time for me to calm down. I wiped my tears and looked up at the man who claimed to be my uncle. "And... them? My... mother?" I asked, my voice barely a wh**per. A smile of pure relief spread across Julian's face. "I went to see you this morning while waiting for the DNA test results, and I informed them as soon as the results came out. They're on their way from New York, on the fastest private jet." He added, "Your father, your mother, and your three older brothers. They're all coming." Father? Brothers? I had three brothers? The information was too much. My brain shut down again. In the last hour, my life had been turned upside down. From a pitiful woman abandoned by her husband, I had become the long-lost daughter of a powerful family. It felt unreal, like a dream I could wake from at any moment. I pinched my thigh. The sharp pain confirmed it was real. Julian stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the sky. "They should be here soon." My heart started to race, my palms sweating. "My... my mom and dad... what are they like?" I asked cautiously. At the mention of them, a warm smile spread across Julian's face. "Your mother, Isabella, is a woman who loves and hates fiercely. She's extremely protective. Your father, Carlisle, is calm and reserved, the pillar of the entire family." He continued, "They love you more than anything. After you went missing, your mother's hair turned white overnight. Your father used all his connections, turning the entire country upside down looking for you." A sharp pain pierced my heart again. I wasn't an unwanted child. I had been so deeply loved and longed for. "You also have three older brothers," Julian said. "Your eldest brother, Keanu, is a top lawyer from Harvard Law. Your second brother, Silas, is a police officer. And your third brother, Jade... you've probably seen him in movies." I was stunned. "Jade? Jade Sinclair, the Hollywood actor?" Julian smiled and nodded. "The very same. He used to love following you around when you were little." My brain short-circuited again. My uncle was a top doctor, my eldest brother an elite lawyer, my second brother is a policeman. my third brother an international movie star... What kind of family was this? I was about to meet the family I had been separated from for over twenty years. I didn't know what to say, what to do. I was filled with an unprecedented mix of nervousness and anticipation. Chapter 5 ANYA POV: Julian's phone vibrated wildly on the table. He picked it up, a smile touching his lips as he glanced at the screen. It was a group chat named "Sinclair Family," and it was exploding with messages. "Looks like they can't wait," he chuckled, walking over to the bassinets. He took a few clear, adorable photos of my sl**ping babies and sent them to the group. Instantly, his phone erupted with a chorus of notification sounds. I could hear excited exclamations coming from the speaker. "Oh my god! Two of them! Julian, you're a hero!" a young man's voice cheered. "I'm an uncle! I'm going to buy them all the toys in the world!" another, more boisterous voice declared. "Let us see Ariadne! Quick!" Just then, Julian's phone rang. He glanced at the screen and answered immediately. "Sister, you've arrived? Okay, I'm coming down to get you now." He hung up and smiled at me. "They're here." A wave of nervousness I had never felt before washed over me. I was about to meet my biological parents. As Julian got up to leave, he turned back. "Anya, about your husband... Keenan Knight. We already know. When you've rested, your brother Keanu will handle all the legal matters. No one in the Sinclair family will be subjected to this kind of humiliation." I opened my mouth to say something, but all the grievances I had about Keenan suddenly seemed insignificant in the face of the word "family." After Julian left, the suite was so quiet I could hear my own frantic heartbeat and the soft, even breaths of my babies. I looked at the bassinets and whispered, "Babies, your grandpa and grandma, and your uncles, are coming." I struggled to sit up, wanting to fix my messy hair and hospital gown. I didn't want them to see me in such a sorry state. But my body was too weak. I could only lean helplessly against the headboard, waiting for that door to open. Every second felt like an eternity. I imagined their faces over and over in my mind. My mother, Isabella, would she be as beautiful as in the video? My father, Carlisle, would he be stern? As my mind wandered, the suite door was gently pushed open. I saw them. A group of people, all impeccably dressed, exuding an aura of power. But right now, their faces all wore the same expression of anxious hope. At the front was a woman of breathtaking elegance. She looked to be in her fifties, perfectly preserved, her dark brown hair swept up in a flawless chignon. But tears had already ruined her meticulous makeup. Her eyes swept past Julian and locked onto mine. In that instant, time stood still. I saw a storm of emotions in her gaze-shock, elation, pain, and a bottomless, unconditional love. Something deep inside me stirred, a primal connection of bl**d and bone. I knew. She was my mother. Her lips trembled as she took a few steps forward. "Ariadne... my baby..." she called out, her voice raspy. The name was a key, unlocking a floodgate in my memory. I couldn't hold back anymore. Tears streamed from my eyes. She rushed to my side, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace. Her hug was warm and soft, smelling faintly of an expensive perfume. The embrace I had dreamed of a million times was finally real. "Mommy finally found you..." she sobbed into my ear. "I'm so sorry, so sorry, Mommy didn't protect you..." I buried my face in her shoulder and wept, releasing all the grief and longing I had carried for so long. We held each other, crying, until Julian cleared his throat gently. "Isabella, Anya just gave birth. She's still very weak." My mother reluctantly let go, but her hands still gripped my arms, as if afraid I would disappear again. She studied my face, her thumb gently wiping away my tears. A man of similar age and equally impressive stature stepped forward, his eyes also red. Julian introduced him. "Anya, this is your father, Carlisle Sinclair." I whispered, "... Father." Carlisle nodded firmly, his voice deep and steady. "Welcome home, child." Behind him stood three young men, each handsome in his own way, all looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and warmth. My three brothers. My life, in a single day, had been filled with more love and tears than I had ever known. I was no longer alone. Isabella's gaze fell upon the bassinets beside my bed. "The babies?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder. "Let me see my grandchildren." She walked over to the cribs, a tender smile blooming on her face as she looked at the two sl**ping infants. She reached out a hand, wanting to touch them but afraid to wake them. She turned back to me, her voice instantly turning to ice. "That ba**ard... Keenan Knight. Does he know about the children?" I shook my head, my voice small. "He didn't care." Fire ignited in Isabella's eyes. She let out a cold laugh. "Good. Very good. He will pay dearly for not caring." &4&