𝗦𝗔𝗬 𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 Days of Our Lives #DOOL

A Powerful Woman Pushes a Child into a Puddle — But the Mark on His Wrist Makes Her Blood Run Cold…
It had been five long years since Isabella Reed’s perfect world shattered.
Her son, Liam, was taken from outside their Beverly Hills mansion at just four years old. No ransom. No leads. Nothing.
Isabella spent years chasing ghosts — millions in rewards, endless heartbreak. When hope finally died, she built a fortress of power around herself.
That afternoon, Manhattan was drowning in rain. Isabella’s white Rolls-Royce pulled up to Le Verre, the glass-walled haven for the city’s elite.
She stepped out — pristine white suit, diamonds gleaming — the embodiment of control.
Then it happened.
A small boy, no older than nine, darted in front of her, soaked and shaking. His threadbare clothes clung to him as he held a paper bag close — scraps he’d gathered from abandoned tables.
He slipped. The bag fell. Mud splashed across Isabella’s skirt.
Her jaw tightened. “Watch where you’re going!”
“I—I’m sorry, ma’am,” he stuttered. “I just wanted the food—”
Her voice sliced through the rain. “Do you know what this outfit costs? More than your life!”
People turned. Phones recorded.
Then, in one furious motion, she shoved him. The boy fell backward into a puddle.
Gasps. Shutters clicking. The woman known for elegance had just pushed a starving child.
But as he fell, Isabella froze.
There — on his wrist — was a small crescent birthmark.
Her world tilted. Her breath caught. It was Liam’s.
The boy didn’t scream. He simply looked up, rain streaming down his face.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said softly. “I only eat what’s left… I’m just hungry.”
And then he vanished into the crowd.
That night, Isabella couldn’t escape the image of that birthmark — or the eyes that once called her “Mom.” Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI