Filed to story: Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel
Melina whispered, “It’s obvious, but I underwent cosmetic surgery. It went well.”
Queenie nodded. “Yeah. You look great now.”
Melina and she were longtime friends. They were deskmates for a year back in high school, and they got along well. After that, they attended different colleges, and they never did get back in touch.
“There’s a coffee shop there. Let’s chat.” Melina dragged her to a coffee shop. She was nice to Queenie and kept asking her what she did for a living. She also asked how life treated her.
This was the first time Queenie saw the product of a cosmetic surgery up close and personal. After they sat down, she kept staring at her friend. Curiously, she asked, “So, what kind of surgery did you get?”
“Almost everything on the list. Damn, it’s torture.” She raised her chin. “See this scar here? And then she pointed at her mouth. “And this part got operated on too.” And then she remembered something, so she showed the back of her ear. “Took a bit of bone here to prop up my nose.”
When Queenie saw the scar on the back of Melina’s ear, her eyes went wide with shock. She shot up and approached her friend. “Can I have a closer look?”
“Sure. It might look small, but god, the surgery almost killed me.” Melina showed the scar to her.
Upon closer inspection, Queenie realized the scar was similar to the one she saw behind Bonnie’s ear. Even the position and length were identical. “Melina, just asking, but if someone has a scar behind their ear, does that mean they’ve undergone cosmetic surgery?”
“Did you see someone like that? As far as I’m concerned, anyone with this scar must have propped up their nose. The doctor needs a bit of bone to prop it up and having a little scar on the back of your ear won’t affect how you look. Cover it with your hair, and presto, you got a pretty nose and barely any scar to boot.”
Queenie was so shocked that her mind went blank for a few moments. Wait… This is unbelievable, but Bonnie might be a fake. “Let’s talk next time. I have something important to settle right now.” Queenie picked her bag up and dashed out of the coffee shop. She wanted to verify if Bonnie was her real sister. Her instincts told her she wasn’t.
So how did the first DNA test come out positive? What does Bonnie know? What is she hiding? Does she know who my real sister is? Is she stealing her identity? A multitude of questions raced through her head as she sped home.
At the same time, Bonnie was about to board her flight. She too was nervous. If anyone found out she underwent cosmetic surgery, they would know she was a fake. She had to leave as soon as possible.
Barely after Queenie parked her car, she ran into her house like a lightning bolt. Maggie was coming downstairs and was surprised to see her daughter coming in a hurry. “What happened, Queenie?”
“Where’s Bonnie? Where is she?”
“She left for Hogland this morning and wouldn’t stay no matter what we told her.”
Sh*t. She didn’t go to Hogland for a vacation. She went for another cosmetic surgery. Hogland’s famous for its cosmetic surgery industry. “There’s something I need to say, but you have to stay calm, Mom.” Queenie decided to tell her mother about her suspicion.
“What is it?” Maggie asked.
“She might be fake. Bonnie might be an identity thief. She underwent cosmetic surgery and assumed the real Bonnie’s place.”
“What did you say? And how can you be so sure of that, Queenie?” The news came as a bombshell for Maggie as well.
“When I got into a fight with her last night and pulled her hair, I saw a scar behind her ear. I thought it was a birthmark, but you never said she had a birthmark behind her ear. Today, I ran into my friend who underwent cosmetic surgery as well. She told me anyone with a scar behind their ear might have propped up their nose with a part of their bone. Bonnie has that scar. Don’t you think she looks really weird without makeup? Like her face is fake?” Queenie gnashed her teeth. “I know she’s not my real sister.”
Maggie gasped in shock. “What? She’s not Bonnie? She’s a fake?”
“Let’s go for another DNA test.”
“But she’s gone!”
“I pulled out a lot of her hair last night. It’s right in my room. Did the servant clean it up?”
“No. The cleaning lady didn’t come this morning,” Maggie said.
Delighted, Queenie said, “Then we have all we need for a DNA test. Let’s go.”
“Sure.” Maggie nodded. She too wanted to know the answer.
Queenie went upstairs and looked at the hair on the floor. She didn’t hold back the night before, and she was confident they could do a test with the available hair. The hair was all scooped up and tucked away in a Ziploc bag.
Maggie’s chest was heaving. If Bonnie were to be a fake, then it would mean they had mistreated Queenie for a whole year.
At the same time, the plane Bonnie was in had taken flight. Little did she know, her real identity would be revealed soon.
Queenie and Maggie arrived at the DNA test center. Bonnie’s hair and Maggie’s were given to the staff for the test, and the results would be available in three hours.
Maggie had calmed down and recalled how Bonnie had behaved over the last year. On closer inspection, she did seem fishy. For example, her avarice could never be satiated, and she showed no respect for them. It felt like she only came back for money and material. Love and family meant nothing to her. No matter how much she and Brandon loved her, they never managed to close the gap between them. If she was their daughter, she should feel close to them.
Brandon showed up eventually as well. He too was shocked to hear what happened. The possibility of Bonnie being a fake was almost unbelievable.
They had to wait until the results were out to determine their next step. Queenie even refused the lunch date with Nigel. Once he found out why, he wanted to come over as well.
Queenie stayed calm throughout the wait. She told her parents not to tell anyone about the results. If Bonnie was a fake, then someone must have pulled the strings for her to infiltrate the household, and that someone must be evil.
Brandon and Maggie agreed. They would never have expected this, but a friend of theirs had used their missing daughter as a means to scam them.
Three hours was a long wait, but eventually, the nurse came back from her lunch and approached them with the report. “Your report is out.”
Queenie rushed ahead and took the report, but she only read the last line. It said, ‘The probability of maternity is 0%.’
Fury overwhelmed her. She had had enough of Bonnie tormenting her over the last year. The girl my parents spoiled is nothing but a liar. “She’s not my sister. She’s a fake.”
Queenie showed her parents the report, and Maggie cried. “Who is she? Where is my daughter, then?” Blood rushed to her head and she almost fainted.
“Mom!” Queenie held her mother. At the same time, Nigel arrived.
Maggie held Queenie’s arm. “Where is your sister then? Where’s my poor girl?” She thought that her missing daughter had finally returned and that her family was reunited. Alas, not only was she still missing, but someone even stole her identity. Naturally, she was livid.
Nigel said, “We should go home and figure out a solution.”
Everyone returned to the Silverstein Residence. Maggie went back to her room to rest while Brandon took care of her.
Queenie was furious. That fake is going for another cosmetic surgery. I’m not letting her get away. If she finds out that we know, she might disguise herself as another person, and then it’ll be hard for us to capture her. “I am calling the cops right now, Nigel. We’re arresting her.”
“I’ll go with you.”
Brandon had returned to the first floor as well, still angry. “We’ll go together. This calls for a thorough investigation. I want to find out who the imposter is.”
“What about Mom?” a worried Queenie asked.
“Mrs. Longbottom is with her. She’s fine. She wants to know who the fake Bonnie is.” Brandon was on the verge of exploding with fury. Not only did she scam us out of our money, but she also used our concern for our missing daughter against us. Unforgivable.
