บททั้งหมดของ My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Sophie stood frozen outside the hospital doors, her hands clenched tightly into fists.She could barely believe what had just happened.After all the years of loyalty, after enduring Adrian’s coldness for so long, his mother — the one person she thought she could rely on — had abandoned her without a second thought.Abandoned her... for Rita's babies.Tears of rage and humiliation welled up in her eyes.She had supported the engagement, she had tolerated Adrian’s indifference, and now, she was nothing but a discarded afterthought.Choking on her sobs, she pulled out her phone and called her father."Dad..." she whimpered the moment he picked up."I’ve been humiliated... She left me... for those... those babies!" she cried.Her father tried to calm her, but Sophie wasn't listening.The rage was blinding.She shoved the phone into her purse and stormed off down the street, not caring where she was going, bumping into strangers without apology.She was too angry to notice anything.That

Thrown out like garbage.Humiliated in front of everyone.Linet sat alone in a dim hotel room that night, staring blankly at the city lights. The shame burned through her skin like acid — but she didn’t cry. No, Linet wasn’t the crying type. She was the kind that bled inside until the blood turned to venom.“They think they won,” she muttered darkly to herself.“They think they’re so perfect...”A cruel smile curved her lips.Let them laugh now. Let them celebrate.Because when she was done, they would all regret the day they crossed her.Especially Francis.A few days later, Linet sent a calm, polite message to Francis:"Can we talk? Just a final conversation. I’ll even buy you coffee."To her surprise — or maybe not — Francis agreed.Guilt gnawed at him; maybe he felt he owed her that much.They met at a discreet little café, far from the estate’s judging eyes. Linet looked stunning — composed, almost saintly in a soft blue dress, no sign of the hellfire brewing inside her.Francis

Inside the hospital room, the atmosphere was light, warm, almost sacred.Adrian sat at Rita’s side, one baby asleep in his arms, the other tucked against Rita’s chest.Mr. Drake — the once cold, stern patriarch — stood by the window, hands behind his back, occasionally glancing at his grandsons with a rare smile softening his weathered face.Mrs. Drake couldn't stop fussing over the babies, cooing softly and wrapping the twins in tiny blankets she had rushed to buy.Adrian's sister was already taking pictures secretly, unable to contain her excitement at becoming an aunt.It felt surreal — like a wound that had long been open was finally being stitched closed.The Drakes — once divided, cold, and controlled by expectations — were finally feeling like a real family again.They started discussing plans for a small private welcome dinner, just close family only, to properly receive Rita and the twins into the Drake family.Mrs. Drake was excitedly suggesting decorations and baby gifts wh

Her father gave her a long, scrutinizing look before pulling her into a bear hug as well. “You’ve been away for too long. How are you? And… how are the boys?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.“The babies are fine,” Rita replied, her heart swelling with affection for the tiny creatures that had changed her life. “They’re so much work, but so worth it.”Her mother stepped forward, gently placing her hands on Rita’s shoulders. “You look good, my dear. You’ve blossomed. I can see the happiness in you, even though I know it hasn’t been easy.”Rita smiled, nodding. “It hasn’t been easy, but I’m happy now. Everything’s going well. I’m finally settling in.”As her parents entered the house, they were introduced to the nursery, where the twins were peacefully sleeping in their cribs. Rita’s heart swelled as she watched her parents' faces soften at the sight of their grandsons.Her father stepped forward, admiring the little ones. “They’re beautiful. I see so much of Adrian in t

The following morning, the air around Antony’s family home buzzed with tension and anticipation.Detective Mills and his team had requested an emergency meeting. Everyone, from Lydia to Antony’s grieving parents, gathered anxiously in the drawing room, their nerves raw from weeks of grief and unanswered questions.Detective Mills walked in with a laptop tucked under his arm and a hard, unreadable look in his eyes."We have news," he announced, his voice sharp and clear. "We were able to recover the surveillance footage that had been wiped from the hospital’s security system."A heavy silence fell across the room.Everyone leaned forward as Mills placed the laptop on the table and pulled up the footage.What appeared on the screen made every heart in the room stop.There, clear as day, was the image of a woman sneaking into Antony’s hospital room the night he died. She moved with eerie precision, her face partially covered but unmistakable to those who knew her.It was James’s mother.