Kaya’s pov
Ever since my mother died, I have lost interest in life. The dreams I used to have as a young pup were shattered when I realised that real life wasn’t as colourful as I used to see it. Most of the days were gloomy, and whenever I saw my sperm donor, my fury went through the roof. Yes, he wasn’t a father. He was just a sperm donor.
I let out a humourless laugh. “Wait, he isn’t a father. He is just the sperm donor. He was never a father to me or Andre’.”
I confided in her something I had vowed to take to my grave. I hoped that my mom would forgive me for that. If she hadn’t feared me facing the same fate, she wouldn’t have told me the truth on her deathbed. Even Andre’ was unaware of this horrible secret. Our mom only told me, since I was her daughter.
Growing up, we seldom
