Todos los capítulos de Mistaken Identity : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Avery’s POVKelvin didn’t want to check on Avery, that was a lie. He wasn’t concerned about her well-being. No. This was a test. A calculated move. Asher was thankful that he had moved Avery and the boys to his house.Kelvin was fishing, trying to see what the boys knew, whether Avery had told them anything about her past. Whether he had a way back in.And if he thought that talking to the kids would give him leverage?He was dead wrong.A wave of protectiveness surged in Asher’s chest, hot, sharp, and instinctive. It went beyond anger. Beyond jealousy. It was primal. Those boys were his now. His. And Kelvin, whatever twisted role he’d played in Avery’s life before, had no right even breathing the same air as them.He kept his eyes on the road, but his mind was racing, each thought darker than the last.His thoughts shifted to Avery, still sleeping in the house, curled into herself, vulnerable in ways she’d never admit. If she knew what Kelvin had done, if she knew he’d tried to appr

Asher’s POV Nolan hesitated. “That’s what some coworkers assumed. Nothing was ever confirmed. But the timing? Suspicious.” He said.Asher didn’t say anything for a moment. Gloria, the woman they had met the other day, had said the same thing. So it was possible that the reason why Kelvin had ended things with Avery was because he was with another woman. It could also be that Avery had caught them together and ended things before the disappearance.He let the silence stretch between them as the car hummed down the road. His grip on the wheel stayed firm.Kelvin hadn’t just lied to Avery, he’d hurt her in a way that made her leave everything behind. Her job. Her identity. Maybe even her own sense of self.And now, that same man had shown up at the school of the twins. Asking questions.Asher’s stomach coiled tighter with every thought. He was already driving ten miles over the speed limit. He caught the look Nolan gave him, before slowing down. Nothing would come out of him getting a s

Asher’s POV Asher’s jaw flexed. Of course he didn’t. Avery hadn’t exactly gone around handing out wedding announcements, to a wedding that didn’t happen, but Asher didn’t feel the need to correct his assumptions of being married to Avery. The fact that he didn’t know the dynamics of their relationship didn’t also give Kelvin the right to go playing detective around her life, especially not with the boys.“You didn’t know because she didn’t owe you that explanation,” Asher shot back coldly.Kelvin’s eyes widened, and he quickly added, “But we spoke—recently. Briefly. And she didn’t say a word about knowing you. She didn’t tell me you were involved. I thought she’d lost her memory or something, she said she was different. But she never once said she remembered you or anything about your life together.”Asher’s hands tightened into fists at his sides. He knew what Kelvin was implying. If he Asher was the father of the boys, then it meant that he knew Avery seven years ago and they had

Asher's POVAsher nodded. “I told him very clearly to stay away from you and the boys. Just because you have a past, that he doesn’t get to poke around your life like it still belongs to him. And he definitely doesn’t get to go near our sons.”She stared at him in shock for a moment, then her eyes dropped again.There it is. The shift in her expression he had noticed earlier. A quiet wash of relief, the tension in her frame starting to ease.But then something else crossed her face, something deeper.Guilt.“Avery?” he asked gently, crouching down in front of her. “What is it?”“I should’ve told you,” she said softly. “About him. About the talk we had that day at the park. It was just… I didn’t want to stir things. I didn’t want you to think I was hiding something. I was scared that if I said anything, it would make it real.”Asher reached for her hand. “You were protecting yourself. I get that. But you don’t have to do it alone anymore.”Her eyes met his, glassy with emotion. “I was

Avery’s POVIf Avery was to take a wide guess, she would say that Vivian was going out to meet with her friends, since the woman didn’t work or do anything else other than looking for a place to dig her claws into.“What are you doing here?” Vivian asked, voice cold and clipped. No greeting. No smile.Avery rose slowly with a scoff. She never expected much from Vivian. “I came to speak with Grandfather Wellesley.” She replied in the same tone.Vivian raised an eyebrow, then looked her over from head to toe with that same judgmental look Avery remembered too well. Her arms folded stiffly across her chest like she was shielding herself from Avery’s presence. “He’s resting,” she muttered, voice clipped. “You should’ve called before barging in.”There it was, Vivian’s usual tone. Cold. Dismissive. As if Avery was an unwanted guest rather than someone who used to live in this very house. Hell, even belonged in the Wellesley family.Avery clenched her jaw and kept her shoulders straight. S