Ezra woke up to the sound of footsteps and a quiet tension that filled the room like smoke.

She sat up on the edge of the couch, still dressed in yesterday’s clothes, her duffel bag untouched beside her. The military suite was clean, cold, and almost too quiet.

Captain Joshua V Kwon stood by the window, back straight, mug in his hand—untouched.

He didn’t look at her right away. But he didn’t need to.

She could feel it.

The pull.

Ezra didn’t know him. Not really.

But something about his presence made her chest feel tight, like she was supposed to recognize him.

And when their eyes finally met—it hit.

Déjà vu.

Sharp and overwhelming.

Her pulse jumped. His expression shifted—barely—but enough to prove he felt it too.

> “You feel familiar,” he said.

Ezra nodded slowly.

> “It’s not normal. But it feels real.”

They stared at each other for a few long seconds. The air between them got heavier. Neither spoke, but neither looked away.

> “I wasn’t supposed to be here today,” Joshua muttered. “But the second I saw you yesterday… I couldn’t walk away.”

Ezra didn’t answer.

Because part of her had felt the same.

She didn’t marry him for love. She didn’t even think it through.

She just wanted out.

But this—whatever this was—felt real in a way that scared her.

Joshua stepped forward.

> “I didn’t tell you everything.”

Ezra stayed quiet.

> “I have twin sons. They’re two years old. Born through surrogacy. I raise them alone.”

Her breath caught—but not from shock. From something else.

> “They both have a unibrow. Just like yours.”

Ezra blinked, stunned.

> “What?”

> “Not similar. The same shape. Same thickness. And yesterday, the way you frowned—it’s exactly like one of them. I’ve never seen it in anyone else.”

Ezra’s heart pounded. Her chest ached suddenly.

She took a step back, pressing her palm against her chest.

> “Why… why does that hurt?”

Joshua didn’t move.

> “I don’t know.”

Ezra looked at him, and her voice dropped.

> “I feel like I already care about them. Like they’re mine. I’ve never met them.”

Joshua stared at her like he didn’t trust what was happening in front of him either.

Then—without a word—he pulled out his walkie and clicked it.

> “Bring the twins in. Now.”

Ezra’s eyes widened.

> “What? Why?”

> “You said you felt something. Let’s see if it’s real.”

Five minutes later, there was a knock.

The door opened. The butler walked in, holding two small hands—one on each side.

Joshia and Jeshua.

Golden skin. Dark fluffy curls. Big almond eyes. And the unibrows.

Ezra’s chest twisted on sight.

The boys looked around the room, calm and alert. Joshia scanned the space like he was guarding something. Jeshua looked directly at Ezra.

Then—without hesitation—both twins let go of the butler’s hands and walked toward her.

Jeshua reached her first.

He touched the edge of her pants and looked up.

> “Mamma,” he said softly.

Ezra froze.

> “What… did you just say?”

Joshia stepped in next. He didn’t speak, but his hand reached for hers, gripping two of her fingers tightly.

> “Mamma,” Jeshua repeated, hugging her leg now.

Ezra dropped to her knees, arms trembling.

She didn’t plan it.

She didn’t think.

She just opened her arms.

Jeshua climbed in.

Joshia leaned forward, rested against her shoulder.

Ezra wrapped both of them into her chest and held on like her heart depended on it.

And maybe… it did.

Tears slid silently down her cheeks.

Joshua watched, frozen.

These boys had never called anyone Mamma. Not even their nanny. They usually avoided strangers.

But now, in this moment, both were calm. Attached. Like they knew her already.

Ezra looked up at him, crying—but not out of sadness.

> “Why do they know me?”

Joshua had no answer.

But he felt it too.

Whatever this was—marriage, fate, accident—it wasn’t random.

And now?

They weren’t strangers anymore.

Joshua didn’t speak as he watched them — Ezra sitting cross-legged on the rug, both of his sons clinging to her like she was all they’d ever known.

She wasn’t performing.

She wasn’t pretending.

She was just… there. Real. Steady. Natural.

And both twins—

Both called her “Mamma.”

Joshua’s breath stayed calm. But inside, his thoughts were spiraling.

He didn’t let emotions cloud judgment. Not in battle. Not in life.

But this?

This wasn’t tactical.

This was something else.

He stepped out of the room and shut the door behind him quietly.

The hallway was dim and silent.

He pulled out his secure line and called the private medic division.

> “Captain Kwon speaking. Confidential order.”

> “Go ahead, sir.”

> “I want a DNA test done. Priority.”

> “Subjects?”

Joshua didn’t hesitate.

> “My twins. And my wife.”

There was a pause on the other end.

> “Understood. Discreet collection?”

> “Yes. Make it clean. I want the results fast, and off the system.”

> “Confirmed. Anything else, sir?”

Joshua stared out the window.

His voice dropped.

> “Find out everything about her past. Birth, records, locations, aliases. Anything hidden, changed, buried — dig it up.”

> “How far back?”

> “Go as far as it takes.”

> “Noted.”

He ended the call without another word.

His hand stayed on the phone a moment longer.

> My twins and my wife...

He said it like it was nothing.

But it didn’t feel like nothing.

It felt too real.

---

Joshua walked back into the living room. Ezra hadn’t moved much. The twins were half-asleep beside her, their tiny hands still holding onto parts of her shirt.

Ezra glanced at him briefly, eyes tired but calm.

> “I don’t know why this feels so normal,” she said softly.

Joshua didn’t answer.

He didn’t have one.

All he knew was that every time he looked at her with those boys…

Something in him whispered the same words again.

> “My twins. My wife.”

But part of him needed to prove it.

Or else he’d lose control of everything.

The quiet in the private intel room was thick.

Joshua stared at the screen without blinking.

The DNA results were clear. Precise. Undeniable.

> Subject: Ezra K.

Twin 1: Joshia V Kwon — 99.98% maternal match

Twin 2: Jeshua V Kwon — 99.98% maternal match

Joshua leaned back in the chair slowly. His breath caught in his throat but didn’t release.

He had expected confusion. Maybe even a mistake in the paperwork. But this?

This was fact.

Ezra wasn’t some emotionally reactive woman who bonded with his kids too quickly.

She was their mother.

Biologically. Mathematically. Irrefutably.

And she didn’t even know.

He stood up and pushed the chair back, running a hand through his hair. His mind buzzed with too many thoughts, none of them useful.

He wanted to trust this feeling — the way it all seemed to fit the second he saw her.

But logic wouldn’t let him.

> How could a woman have your children and not remember?

> How could you not know you fathered twins with her?

Unless someone—

No. That line of thought was dangerous.

Joshua picked up the file and locked it in the drawer. He needed answers, but not now.

---

Meanwhile, Ezra was trying not to break in the guest bathroom.

She gripped the sink so tightly her knuckles went white.

The whole day had spiraled.

The way the twins touched her.

The way her body reacted before her brain could catch up.

The way her chest burned when they looked at her like they knew her.

She had never been pregnant. Never went through labor. She was sure of that.

And yet…

> “Why do I feel like I’ve held them before?” she whispered to her reflection.

Her stomach twisted. Her head pounded.

> “Why does my body know them… when my mind doesn’t?”

She looked at herself in the mirror and barely recognized the person staring back.

For a moment, something flickered behind her eyes.

A hospital light.

A machine beep.

A cold voice saying, “She won’t remember.”

Ezra flinched.

> What was that?

She stormed out of the bathroom, fists clenched.

She didn’t care if it made her look unstable. She had to know.

She marched straight to Joshua’s office and pushed the door open without knocking.

He was there, standing near the desk, like he’d been waiting.

Ezra didn’t waste time.

> “Did you test me?”

Joshua nodded once.

> “Yes.”

> “DNA?”

> “Yes.”

Her heart pounded.

> “And?”

Joshua walked to the drawer and pulled out the locked folder. He opened it and handed her the paper.

Ezra’s fingers trembled as she scanned the page.

> Joshia V Kwon — 99.98%

Jeshua V Kwon — 99.98%

Her throat closed up.

She sat down slowly, almost in a daze.

> “I’m their mother…”

Joshua sat across from her, elbows on his knees, gaze fixed on her face.

> “I didn’t think it was possible either,” he admitted. “But the moment they touched you… I knew something was wrong.”

Ezra covered her mouth with one hand, trying not to cry. But the tears fell anyway.

> “I don’t remember,” she said. “I don’t remember anything. No pregnancy. No pain. No babies.”

Joshua’s jaw tightened. His voice dropped.

> “Ezra… Is there any part of your life that’s gone missing?”

She nodded shakily.

> “There’s a whole six-month gap I’ve never been able to explain. I thought I was just… unstable. Overworked. Maybe depressed. I had memory flashes sometimes but I ignored them.”

Joshua leaned forward.

> “Describe them.”

Ezra closed her eyes.

> “White rooms. Fluorescent lights. Pain in my stomach. Sometimes a voice telling me to breathe. And crying. Always crying.”

Joshua stayed silent for a long time.

Then finally said,

> “What if someone wiped your memory?”

Ezra opened her eyes sharply.

> “Why would anyone do that?!”

> “Because someone didn’t want you to remember you had children.”

The words hit like a hammer.

Ezra stood up and backed away from the desk.

> “That’s insane.”

> “So is this,” he snapped, holding up the test. “But it’s real.”

She stared at him.

He looked calm. Controlled. But his knuckles were white too.

> “Are you afraid of the truth?” she asked.

Joshua’s voice was quiet.

> “No. I’m afraid of who’s been hiding it.”

---

Ezra left the study without another word.

She walked back to the guest room, sat on the edge of the bed, and watched her twins sleeping peacefully — their tiny chests rising and falling in perfect rhythm.

She touched Jeshua’s hair gently.

> “You knew me before I knew you…”

Her voice cracked.

> “What happened to us?”