Finding Hope

What? For real?

POV Diana Benedict
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The man in front of me claimed to be my fiancé, but everything felt so unreal. I couldn't remember any of it. Was I really engaged to him? It seemed impossible. I tried to gather my thoughts as he continued talking about our upcoming engagement.

"What are you talking about? Which engagement?" I interrupted him, unable to contain my confusion.

He looked at me with a mix of sadness and understanding in his eyes. "Diana, we were deeply in love. We had planned to get engaged, but your parents' death prevented it from happening."

I shook my head in disbelief. "This can't be true. How could I have been engaged at such a young age? It doesn't make sense."

POV Mark Harrison

I watched Diana's reaction with satisfaction. She was confused, questioning everything. Perfect. My plan was working. I had never intended to marry her out of love. No, my intentions were far darker.

I had initially thought of selling her into a life of prostitution, just to watch her father suffer. But then I saw her, and a new idea formed in my twisted mind. I wanted to make her fall in love with me, to manipulate her and her parents. I wanted to break them, to make them lose everything they held dear.

Diana losing her memory was an unexpected turn of events, but it only made my plan even more advantageous. Now, I could marry her and inflict unspeakable pain upon her. I would shatter her body and spirit, leaving her broken and helpless.

POV Clyde Johnson

As I sat there, listening to the unexpected guests, my mind was in turmoil. They claimed that Diana, my adopted daughter, was actually their long-lost daughter, Evet. It was hard to comprehend. Could it be true? I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - shock, confusion, and a glimmer of hope.

Mrs. Benedict's tears threatened to fall as she pleaded with me to understand. "Mr. Johnson, please, she is my only daughter, my only hope. Please, consider doing a DNA test to confirm."

I was torn. I had raised Diana as my own, loved her like my own flesh and blood. But if there was a chance that she truly belonged to the Benedicts, I couldn't deny them the opportunity to be reunited with their daughter.

"No, Mrs. Benedict, it's not that I refuse to give Diana to you. But you must understand, her parents are no longer alive. They were killed," I explained, hoping to find some common ground.

Mrs. Benedict's voice trembled as she revealed the truth. "No, they are not her biological parents. We entrusted her to them for her protection," she said, tears streaming down her face.

I was speechless. The revelation shook me to my core. Diana, my precious daughter, was not who I thought she was. The truth was stranger than fiction. But after hearing their story and seeing the evidence they presented, I couldn't deny the possibility. I made up my mind to support their claim and help them find the truth about Diana, and tell them the truth about her kidnapping.

"Kidnapped?" Exclaimed Mrs. Benedict in shock.