Thirteen years ago, I adopted my late husband’s secret twin daughters after his fatal car crash revealed his double life. I gave them everything, but at sixteen, they locked me out of my home. One week later, I discovered the shocking reason for their actions.
The morning Andrew died began like any other. The sun had just started peeking through my window, painting everything in a soft, golden light that made even my shabby countertops look almost magical.
It was the last normal moment I’d have for a long, long time.
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When the phone rang, I almost didn’t answer it. Who calls at 7:30 in the morning? But something, intuition maybe, made me pick up.
“Is this Ruth?” A man’s voice, formal, hesitant.
“Speaking.” I took another sip of coffee, still watching the steam dance.
“Ma’am, I’m Officer Matthews with the Police Department. I’m sorry to inform you, but your husband was in an accident this morning. He didn’t survive.”
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The mug slipped from my hand, shattering against the linoleum. Coffee splashed across my bare feet, but I barely felt it. “What? No, that’s… no… not my Andrew!”
“Ma’am…” The officer’s voice softened. “There’s more you need to know. There was another woman in the car who also died… and two surviving daughters. Records in our database confirm they’re Andrew’s children.”
I slid down the kitchen cabinet until I hit the floor, barely registering the coffee soaking into my robe.
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The room spun around me as ten years of marriage shattered like my coffee mug. “Children?”
“Twin girls, ma’am. They’re three years old.”
Three years old. Three years of lies, of business trips and late meetings. Three years of another family living parallel to mine, just out of sight. The jerk had been living a whole other life while I’d been suffering through infertility treatments and the heartache of two miscarriages.
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“Ma’am? Are you still there?”
“Yes,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure I was. Not really. “What… what happens to them now?”
“Their mother had no living relatives. They’re currently in emergency foster care until—”
I hung up. I couldn’t bear to hear more.
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The funeral was a blur of black clothes and pitying looks. I stood there like a statue, accepting condolences from people who didn’t know whether to treat me like a grieving widow or a scorned woman.
But then I saw those two tiny figures in matching black dresses, holding hands so tightly their knuckles were white. My husband’s secret daughters.
One had her thumb in her mouth. The other was picking at the hem of her dress. They looked so lost and alone. Despite the hurt of Andrew’s betrayal, my heart went out to them.
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“Those poor things,” my mother whispered beside me. “Their foster family couldn’t make it today. Can you imagine? No one here for them except the social worker.”
I watched as one twin stumbled, and her sister caught her automatically like they were two parts of the same person. Something in my chest cracked open.
“I’ll take them,” I heard myself say.
Mom turned to me, shocked.
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“Ruth, honey, you can’t be serious. After what he did?”
“Look at them, Mom. They’re innocent in all this and they’re alone.”
“But—”
“I couldn’t have my own children. Maybe… maybe this is why.”
The adoption process was a nightmare of paperwork and questioning looks.
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Why would I want my cheating husband’s secret children? Was I mentally stable enough? Was this some form of revenge?
But I kept fighting, and eventually, Carrie and Dana became mine.
Those first years were a dance of healing and hurting. The girls were sweet but wary as if waiting for me to change my mind. I’d catch them whispering to each other late at night, making plans for “when she sends us away.”
It broke my heart every time.
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“We’re having mac and cheese again?” seven-year-old Dana asked one night, her nose wrinkled.
“It’s what we can afford this week, sweetie,” I said, trying to keep my voice light. “But look — I put extra cheese on yours, just how you like it.”
Carrie, always the more sensitive one, must have heard something in my voice. She elbowed her sister.
“Mac and cheese is my favorite,” she announced, though I knew it wasn’t.
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By the time they turned ten, I knew I had to tell them the truth. The whole truth.
I’d practiced the words a hundred times in front of my bathroom mirror, but sitting there on my bed, watching their innocent faces, I felt like I might throw up.
“Girls,” I started, my hands trembling. “There’s something about your father and how you came to be my daughters that you need to know.”
They sat cross-legged on my faded quilt, mirror images of attention.
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I told them everything about Andrew’s double life, their birth mother, and that terrible morning I got the call. I told them how my heart broke when I saw them at the funeral and how I knew then that we were meant to be together.
The silence that followed felt endless. Dana’s face had gone pale, her freckles standing out like dots of paint. Carrie’s lower lip trembled.
“So… so Dad was a liar?” Dana’s voice cracked. “He was cheating on you?”
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“And our real mom…” Carrie wrapped her arms around herself. “She died because of him?”
“It was an accident, sweetheart. A terrible accident.”
“But you…” Dana’s eyes narrowed, something hard and horrible creeping into her young face. “You just took us? Like… like some kind of consolation prize?”
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“No! I took you because—”
“Because you felt sorry for us?” Carrie interrupted, tears streaming now. “Because you couldn’t have your own kids?”
“I took you because I loved you the moment I saw you,” I reached for them, but they both flinched back. “You weren’t a consolation prize. You were a gift.”
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“Liar!” Dana spat, jumping off the bed. “Everyone’s a liar! Come on, Carrie!”
They ran to their room and slammed the door. I heard the lock click, followed by muffled sobs and furious whispers.
The next few years were a minefield. Sometimes we’d have good days when we went on shopping trips or cuddled together on the sofa for movie nights. But whenever they got angry, the knives came out.
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“At least our real mom wanted us from the start!”
“Maybe she’d still be alive if it wasn’t for you!”
Each barb found its mark with surgical precision. But they were entering their teens, so I weathered their storms, hoping they’d understand someday.
Then came that awful day shortly after the girls turned sixteen.
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I came home from work and my key wouldn’t turn in the lock. Then I spotted the note taped to the door.
“We’re adults now. We need our own space. Go and live with your mom!” it read.
My suitcase sat by the door like a coffin for all my hopes. Inside, I could hear movement, but no one answered my calls or pounding. I stood there for an hour before climbing back into my car.
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At Mom’s house, I paced like a caged animal.
“They’re acting out,” she said, watching me wear a path in her carpet. “Testing your love.”
“What if it’s more than that?” I stared at my silent phone. “What if they’ve finally decided I’m not worth it? That I’m just the woman who took them in out of pity?”
“Ruth, you stop that right now.” Mom grabbed my shoulders.
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“You’ve been their mother in every way that matters for thirteen years. They’re hurting, yes. They’re angry about things neither of you can change. But they love you.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Because they’re acting exactly like you did at sixteen.” She smiled sadly. “Remember when you ran away to Aunt Sarah’s?”
I did. I’d been so angry about… what was it? Something trivial. I’d lasted three days before homesickness drove me back.
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Five more days crawled by.
I called in sick to work. I barely ate. Every time my phone buzzed, I lunged for it, only to be disappointed by another spam call or a text from a concerned friend.
Then, finally, on the seventh day, I got the call I’d longed for.
“Mom?” Carrie’s voice was small and soft, like when she used to crawl into my bed during thunderstorms. “Can you come home? Please?”
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I drove back with my heart in my throat.
The last thing I expected when I rushed through the front door was to find my house transformed. Fresh paint coated the walls, and the floors gleamed.
“Surprise!” The girls appeared from the kitchen, grinning like they used to when they were little.
“We’ve been planning this for months,” Dana explained, bouncing on her toes. “Working at the mall, babysitting, saving everything.”
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“Sorry for the mean note,” Carrie added sheepishly. “It was the only way we could think of to keep it a surprise.”
They led me to what used to be their nursery, now transformed into a beautiful home office. The walls were soft lavender, and there, by the window, hung a photo of the three of us on adoption day, all teary-eyed and smiling.
“You gave us a family, Mom,” Carrie whispered, her eyes wet. “Even though you didn’t have to, even though we were a reminder of everything that hurt. You chose us anyway, and you’ve been the best mom ever.”
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I pulled my girls close, breathing in the familiar smell of their shampoo, feeling their hearts beat against mine.
“You two are the best things that have ever happened to me. You gave me a reason to keep going. I love you more than you’ll ever know.”
“But we do know, Mom,” Dana said, her voice muffled against my shoulder. “We’ve always known.”
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Netflix has canceled the show KAOS after just one season, so there won’t be a Season 2.
This summer, Netflix UK released a big show, KAOS, which is a modern take on Greek mythology, with Jeff Goldblum leading the cast. Fans were wondering if there would be a second season, but sadly, the show has been canceled after just one season. This news came from an Instagram post by one of the stars, which was later deleted.
Netflix has been clever recently with naming first seasons, not including season numbers, but KAOS was definitely meant to have more than one season. If you’ve watched episode 8, you probably noticed how it was setting up for future seasons. However, the show has ended.
Officially, KAOS has been canceled.
As of October 7th, it’s confirmed that Netflix won’t continue the show. The news came from one of the stars, Aurora Perrineau, who shared it on Instagram, but the post has since been deleted.
“Well, this one really hurts.
It’s hard to explain how I’m feeling, but I’ll give it a try.
When I started auditioning for this show, I knew it was special. Charlie Covell’s scripts connected with me in a way most things didn’t. I felt like I knew all of these characters, and I loved every part of them—their flaws and everything.
For one of the first times in my life, I’m really proud. I’m proud of everyone’s hard work and dedication to the project. They gave it their all. But I’m also proud of myself, which is something I’ve struggled with.
When I got cast, I was shocked that someone actually saw me. As a minority and a survivor of sexual assault, I couldn’t believe someone thought I could be one of the lead characters. I had my own storyline, my own goals, and was seen as desirable, even having two love interests. I was worthy of that? This whole experience really changed how I see myself.”
The show’s cancellation wasn’t officially announced, but when a fan asked the actress if the show had ended, she replied, “Sadly, yes.” (Thanks to kitsch-zip for the info.)
The creator of KAOS, Charlie Covell, mentioned that she would love to do more seasons in the future. In an interview with Cosmopolitan, she said, “Anything is possible,” and shared that her original plan was to have three seasons. She has many ideas for where the show could go.
Covell also said that even if the show doesn’t get renewed, season one can still be enjoyed on its own. She explained that she didn’t want the season to end with a big cliffhanger and hopes viewers find it satisfying. However, she would love to work with the same actors and team again, calling the experience a dream come true.
why was KAOS canceled?
When it comes to renewing a show, viewership is the most important factor. No amount of marketing can make people start watching or keep them watching until the end. That’s how we’ve been able to predict some major cancelations before, and based on early numbers, things aren’t looking great for KAOS.
Looking at Netflix’s global weekly top 10, KAOS was in the top 10 for the first four weeks it was eligible, with 98.9 million hours watched, which equals about 14.9 million views.
In week four, Netflix changed KAOS from being called KAOS: Season 1 to KAOS: N/A, which suggests it’s now considered a limited series.
Comparing its performance in week three with other Netflix shows that debuted in 2024, KAOS is falling behind some of the biggest-budget shows in the charts by week three.
Let’s compare how KAOS performed week-to-week with some shows that have been renewed, like Supacell, The Gentlemen, and My Life with the Walter Boys, and others that got canceled, like Dead Boy Detectives and Obliterated. So far, KAOS is falling behind compared to these shows.
In the final episode of season 1 of KAOS, things are shifting against Zeus, who seems to be losing his power. His vision of himself bleeding comes true, and a water feature symbolizing his strength collapses.
Here’s a quick recap of where the key characters are: Prometheus is no longer under Zeus’s control and now sits on the throne in Olympus. Riddy, who spent much of the season in the Underworld, has returned to Earth and met Cassandra, who tells her she’s now a prophet and needs to go to Ari to “set the living free.”
Meanwhile, in the Underworld, Caeneus is given the power to renew souls, surprising Hades. He’s also tasked with setting the dead free.
Ari, having fulfilled her father’s prophecy, is now in charge of Krete. She tells her mother she won’t rule for the Gods. Instead, she strikes a deal with the Trojans to rebuild Troy and destroy Olympus. The season wraps up with Dionysus outside the palace, and Hera making a call to gather troops and prepare for battle.
What happens next is only known by Atropos, Lachesis, and Clotho. But it looks like there will be more efforts against Zeus, as Olympus is becoming more unstable. Since Zeus is weakened, Hades will likely lose control of the Underworld, which he warned about earlier in the season. If that happens, everything could fall apart.
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