both sisters produced milk and nursed the baby together, protected him, and raised him. The sisters returned to the stage — now with their son. Their act was called “Two Mothers – One Heart,” and the audience welcomed them with admiration and tears in their eyes. Then came illness. In 1922, Josefa became ill. Doctors…
The girls studied music, performed on stage, and toured across Europe. In 1906, during a tour in France, Róza met a man who changed her life — a young officer named Franz. A romance blossomed between them. Josefa struggled to accept the relationship. She felt left out but couldn’t walk away. Eventually, however, she came…
The doctor’s face went pale. And in that moment, I understood — this wasn’t just a reunion. It was the reopening of a wound that had never healed… and the baby she carried was about to change everything.
Her head snapped up, eyes flashing with something between hurt and fury. “You made me choose,” she whispered. “And I chose to protect him.” “Him?” I echoed. Her hand went to her stomach. “The father of this baby… is the man you told me to stay away from. The man you ruined.”
“Lena.” “Okay, Lena. I’m Cole. We’re going to get you to the hospital. Everything is going to be alright.” The journey was an eternity of agony. Lena groaned, clutching the seat, as the contractions ripped through her. “Breathe deep, Lena, just breathe,” Cole soothed from the driver’s seat, his eyes constantly checking on her in…
Lena lay in the snow, the contractions now a relentless, crushing tide, stealing her breath and her remaining strength. “Help… someone, please,” she whispered to the grey, indifferent sky. Through a haze of pain, she saw the headlights grow brighter. A car. A flicker of hope ignited in her chest. The vehicle, an older but…
Lena tried to stand, but her legs buckled. She knew she had to do something, or she and her unborn baby would freeze to death. Summoning the last of her strength, she began to crawl toward the edge of the road, praying that another car might pass by. The wind howled around her, and the…
He ignored her. He got back in the car, started the engine, and looked at her with the cold, detached eyes of a stranger. “My mother is more important. She raised me. You’re just my wife.” With that, he pressed the accelerator. The car shot forward, leaving Lena standing alone in the swirling snow. She…
He got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Lena watched with a flicker of hope, expecting him to come around to her side and help her out. Instead, he went to the trunk and opened it. “What are you doing?” she cried out, breathless with pain. He pulled her hospital bag from…
He switched off the ignition and turned to face her, his face a mask of fury. “Oh, this is just perfect. You planned this, didn’t you? You deliberately chose today to ruin my mother’s birthday.” Lena was speechless. “Planned it? Mark, what are you talking about? It’s a baby! He decides when he’s ready to…