She’s Not Our Daughter!

Years ago, the man I spent a single night with vanished. Now, he returns as a Duke, claiming he regrets leaving me. ‘What is he talking about? We ended things cleanly. Why does he regret it now?’ To make matters worse, he looks at my sister’s daughter—the child I raised—and reaches a bizarre conclusion. “I never knew. I never imagined you raised our child alone.” ‘What is happening?’ Right then, my niece, hiding behind me, sticks her tongue out at him. “I hate you, bad mister! You left us. Go away!” He stumbles, shock etched across his face. ‘No, he didn’t abandon you. And I’m not even your mother!’