Unraveling the Past

Stunned, Delphinia could only gape, words failing her. She blinked several times, unable to fully process what she had just heard. "Wait—" she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Lydia Morgan? The Lydia Morgan? She's Ashton's mother?"

Evander, reclining lazily on the bed with one arm behind his head, nodded as if what he had just revealed was an ordinary fact. He kept a neutral face, though his eyes seemed to hold something softer—maybe relief, maybe acceptance.

Delphinia sat cross-legged on the bed, the photo album resting heavily on her lap. Her fingers trembled slightly as she turned a page, revealing another picture of Lydia. Even in the grainy photo, taken during high school, Lydia Morgan's beauty was undeniable. Her hair, long and sleek, framed a face with flawless symmetry, her confident smile lighting up the image.

Valerie was right, Delphinia thought to herself. Even back then, Lydia Morgan had been breathtaking.