Five years had passed.

Levi Jeyser was now five years old, a bright-eyed boy with blue eyes that mirrored his mother’s. He lived a quiet life with Jesabell Diaz, far away from the opulence of the Jeyser estate. His half-brother, Cameron, was four, and his half-sister, Vanessa, was two. They lived in the lavish world of Steve and Lucy Jeyser, completely unaware of Levi’s existence. Steve had made sure of it, visiting Jesabell and Levi every week, balancing his secret life with his public one.

Life was simple for Levi. Jesabell kept him sheltered, teaching him right from wrong, love, and patience. But Steve’s presence always brought a mixture of comfort and confusion—the boy instinctively adored his father, though he hardly knew him.

Lucy, meanwhile, had begun to notice little inconsistencies. Steve’s weekly absences became strange patterns. On a quiet afternoon, curiosity got the better of her. She decided to follow him.

He walked calmly through the streets, eventually entering a cafe. Lucy’s brow furrowed, but when Steve simply sat down for a coffee, she sighed and let it go. Probably just work stress, she told herself. But deep inside, a seed of doubt had been planted.

Weeks passed. One sunny morning, while browsing through a boutique, Lucy’s gaze fell upon a woman and a little boy. Jesabell and Levi.

Her heart skipped. There was something eerily familiar about the boy—he had Steve’s sharp green eyes, the same confident posture, and the same black hair. But she shook it off. “It’s just a coincidence,” she whispered to herself.

Yet the nagging suspicion refused to fade. Another day, Lucy’s curiosity overpowered caution. She decided to follow Steve again. This time, she was determined to uncover the truth.

She trailed him silently through the city streets, weaving between people, careful not to be seen. Steve moved with purpose, his expression unreadable, until he finally arrived at a small, quiet house.

Lucy’s breath caught in her throat as she saw Jesabell open the door and Levi rush into Steve’s arms, laughing.

Time seemed to slow. Every detail of that night five years ago flooded back into her mind—the celebration, the confrontation, Jesabell holding the baby, the whispered threats.

Pieces fell into place.

Her husband had cheated. That woman. That child. Her worst suspicions were true.

Lucy’s hand trembled slightly as realization gripped her. The perfect life she had believed in for years was nothing but a carefully constructed illusion. The son she had never known existed was Steve’s firstborn—Levi.

And now, the truth was no longer hidden.