Olivia and Linda found themselves engulfed in confusion as they tried to make sense of Ethan's story. Could they trust him after everything they had been through? Ethan, sensing their doubts, proposed a DNA test to prove that he was indeed Eva's father, and by extension, the real Ethan. Olivia hesitated at first but eventually agreed. The test was conducted, and in the meantime, Ethan discreetly booked a room at the same hotel. He was careful not to raise Martha's suspicions, maintaining his usual somber demeanor during their daily calls, never revealing that he had found Olivia and Eva.
That night, Eva wanted to stay with Ethan, but Olivia, still guarded, refused. She needed time. She couldn't afford to let her emotions rule before the DNA results came in. As much as she wanted to believe him, the trauma of the past years still haunted her. But Ethan's eyes… they spoke to her, filled with the longing and love she had once known so deeply. It was as if they were saying, "I miss you."
The next day, Linda received the DNA report. Her hands trembled as she opened it, and her eyes widened as she read the results. **Ethan was the father of Eva.**
Everyone was stunned. Olivia felt her world spin as her mind raced to comprehend the confirmation. She could hear her own thoughts screaming inside her head. Her doubts and fears clashed with the undeniable truth in front of her. Finally, she took a deep breath and stepped toward Ethan, her hand trembling as it reached for his.
The moment her hand touched his, she felt it—the familiar warmth, the touch she had longed for but lost three years ago. Tears filled her eyes as memories of their life together flooded her mind. Ethan, tears streaming down his face as well, gently cupped her cheeks. His voice cracked as he whispered, "I'm always your Honeybun, Liv. Only yours."
At that moment, Olivia's walls came crumbling down. Her sobs grew louder as she collapsed into his embrace, their love, once shattered, now finally finding its way back.
As Olivia and Ethan embraced, their tears mingling with long-buried emotions, the sound of little footsteps approached them. Eva, her small face scrunched up in frustration, stood in the doorway. Her cheeks puffed out, flushed red, and her hands were on her hips as she stomped over to them.
"This is not fair, Mommy!" she pouted, glaring at Olivia. "I'm the one who found Daddy, and you said no when I wanted to hug him. Now you're giving him a hug?"
Her adorable outrage made everyone around them chuckle, breaking the tension that had hung in the air. Olivia, still in Ethan's arms, wiped her tears and knelt down to Eva's level. She reached for her daughter's hand, pulling her into the embrace.
"You're right, sweetheart," Olivia smiled through her tears. "I should've let you hug Daddy first."
Ethan, laughing softly, scooped Eva into his arms. "How about I make it up to you, huh?" He kissed her forehead, holding her close. "I've missed out on so much. You've grown so big."
Eva giggled, her earlier annoyance fading away as she wrapped her arms around both her parents. "I missed you too, Daddy."
The rest of the day was spent in joyous reunion. Ethan couldn't get enough of hearing about everything he had missed—Eva's first words, her favorite toys, and all the little moments that had happened over the past three years. They went for a walk along the beach, with Ethan carrying Eva on his shoulders while she excitedly chattered about her friends, her school, and all her adventures.
Olivia watched them with a mixture of joy and sorrow, realizing how much Ethan had lost. But today wasn't about dwelling on the past—it was about finally being together. As the sun set on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the beach, they sat together, catching up on life and basking in the comfort of being a family once more.