Part 2My Fiancé's Twin Is My Baby's Father

I need other people’s love to live. It’s not a metaphor; it’s a biological fact. The moment no one on this earth loves me, my heart will stop. I will simply die.

In my last life, after my grandfather passed, I believed the love keeping me alive was Leo’s. That’s why I never really cared about Daisy.

Daisy was the classic hard-luck case. She’d made a viral post on some social media platform, a cutesy plea for help.

【I’m about to starve to death, is there any kind human out there willing to adopt a poor college girl?】

【I’m just so clumsy and helpless, I really need a big brother or a daddy to take care of me.】

【Disclaimer: This is adoption, not a sugar daddy situation! #AdoptACollegeGirl】

She’d posted a picture of herself, looking doe-eyed and innocent. Someone from campus recognized her and reposted it to the university’s online forum. She blew up overnight. Guys flooded her DMs with disgusting offers; girls tore her apart for being a manipulative pick-me.

Leo found her crying in a corner, shattered by the backlash. He saw a damsel in distress, so he stepped in. He helped her, and then, on a whim, he “adopted” her.

After that, she was always there, a little shadow glued to his side.

I wasn’t okay with it at first. Leo accused me of being cold-hearted, and we didn’t speak for days. Then, Daisy started trying to win me over. She was sweet, deferential, playing up her tragic backstory to earn my sympathy. As another woman, I couldn’t help but soften. I figured, what’s the harm? It was an adoption, not an affair. All that mattered was that Leo still loved me.

I never once doubted his love. Not even at the very end.

But my life ended just moments after Liam’s did.