All Chapters of FORGOTTEN IDENTITY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The easy part, it turned out, was the three of us agreeing to it.The hard part was everyone else.Clover's old prediction echoed back at me with uncomfortable clarity the first time I tried explaining the arrangement out loud to someone who wasn't already inside it. Cole, predictably, was the first casualty of my honesty."You're doing what now?" he asked, his voice cutting clean through actual static for once, no mountain, no questionable life choices distracting him from the sheer disbelief in his tone."I'm not choosing one of them, Cole. I'm choosing both. Openly."There was a long pause, long enough that I genuinely worried I'd broken something fundamental between us. "Mia," he said finally, "I love you, and I will support literally any decision you make, including apparently this one. But I need you to walk me through how this actually works. Practically. Are you living with one of them? Both? Is there a schedule? Do they alternate? I have so many logistical questions and absol

The statement went out on a Monday morning, timed deliberately before the markets opened, Kade's legal team having spent the entire weekend refining every word until the language struck the precise balance between honesty and damage control.I sat in my office watching the news alerts populate my phone in real time, my stomach in knots despite having helped draft portions of the language myself.Carter Industries Acknowledges Past Leadership Misconduct, Cites Health and Legal Factors in Founder's 2023 Departure.The headline was careful, deliberately understated, but the article beneath it didn't shy away from the substance. It detailed the fraud investigation. It mentioned, in language stripped of melodrama but unmistakable in its implication, that Carter Senior's removal had been connected to an incident involving "third-party violence linked to corporate disputes," language vague enough to avoid explicit detail while still acknowledging, for the first time publicly, that something

It started, the way most disruptions to my carefully rebuilt peace seemed to start, with something small and easily dismissed.I'd been tired for nearly two weeks, the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that no amount of coffee seemed to touch, and I'd chalked it up to overwork, to a particularly brutal merger that had eaten three consecutive weekends, to simply being thirty years old and apparently no longer able to function on five hours of sleep the way I had at twenty-five.It was Priya, of all people, who finally said the thing I'd been quietly avoiding even thinking."You've turned down coffee twice this week," she observed, dropping a stack of files on my desk with her usual brisk efficiency. "And yesterday you nearly threw up at the smell of the breakroom microwave popcorn, which, in fairness, always smells slightly like betrayal, but you've never reacted like that before.""I'm just tired.""Mia." She gave me a look that managed to be both gentle and entirely unconvinced. "I'm not

The test itself was almost anticlimactic, a simple blood draw at a private clinic Kade had vetted personally, the kind of quiet, clinical efficiency that felt strange compared to the emotional weight we'd all been carrying around it.The results were scheduled to take ten days. We spent those ten days trying, with varying degrees of success, to live normal lives in the meantime.I went back to work, throwing myself into a contentious licensing dispute that demanded enough focus to occasionally drown out the constant, low hum of anxiety sitting beneath everything else. Killian threw himself further into the youth center, organizing an entire summer program that hadn't existed before his arrival, channeling his nervous energy into something productive rather than letting it curdle into the old, restless chaos he might once have indulged.Kade, characteristically, handled his anxiety by simply being present, more present than I'd ever seen him, showing up not just on our designated weeke

Planning a wedding that wasn't technically a wedding turned out to be considerably more complicated than either of us anticipated."We can't call it a wedding," Kade said, sitting at my kitchen table with a notepad covered in crossed-out terminology, looking genuinely stumped for the first time in months. "Legally it isn't one. I don't want anyone confused about the actual legal standing of this, especially given how much scrutiny our family already attracts.""Commitment ceremony sounds like something from a documentary about a cult," Killian said, sprawled on my kitchen floor for reasons that remained unclear even to him, idly bouncing a tennis ball off the ceiling. "We need something better.""Union celebration?" I offered, twenty-six weeks along now and increasingly disinclined to care about semantic precision when my feet were swollen and my back ached in three distinct places."Better," Kade said, writing it down. "Still not quite right, but better."We landed eventually, after