The CEO's Discarded Wife Returned With His Twins
For three years, Margot Fairley was the wife nobody saw. Rhys Calloway married her on his grandfather's orders and spent the marriage waiting for Vivienne Sutter, the actress he believed saved his life.
Then, at the old man's eightieth birthday gala, Edmund Calloway collapses after drinking the tea Margot made him. An empty pill vial turns up in her purse. Rhys doesn't ask for her side. He hands her divorce papers.
She signs them the same morning she learns she is pregnant. Then she disappears.
Five years later, Bramport's best hospital needs the surgeon who invented a heart repair nobody else can perform. When Dr. Margot Fairley walks into the consult room, Rhys finally looks at her—and two four-year-olds with his eyes look back.
She didn't come back for him. She came back for the truth. Someone poisoned Edmund and framed her. Someone ran her real mother off a cliff road thirty years ago. And Margot isn't a nobody at all: she is the lost heir of the Whitlock banking dynasty, and the person who wants her gone is sitting at her family's table.
Rhys can beg. He's going to have to do a lot more than that.
A complete billionaire second-chance romance in 150 chapters with secret twins, a hidden heiress, sweet revenge, and a man who has to earn every inch of his way back.
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Chapter: Chapter 35 Under His Shirt"My mother told it," I said. "Half of Old Harbor tells it. The fish market tells it to tourists."I said it without breaking stride, in the voice I'd have used on a resident asking where the gauze was kept. I drew my sleeve out of his fingers, not roughly, knelt, and held out Felix's left rain boot, and Felix stepped into it.Every word was true. Helen had told that joke at every bedside she ever sat beside. Mabel Ortega told it across the crushed ice at her fish stall, a lobster in each fist, to anyone who stood still long enough, and the man who sold chowder by the ferry dock had it painted on a board above his window with the punch line in red. I had told it at thirteen, in the dark, to a boy whose face I couldn't see properly. And I had told it to my children every time either of them was frightened, from before they could understand a word of it, because it was the one thing I owned that still had Helen's voice in it.I held out the right boot. Felix stepped into that one too.Ab
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Chapter: Chapter 34 Shellfish"Can you fix it like a zipper?" Ruby Galbraith asked. "Like, unzip it and zip it back?"She sat on the edge of the exam table in my clinic room swinging her sneakers, the left one untied, a paper gown over her T-shirt and jeans because she had flatly refused to take the T-shirt off; it had a cartoon octopus on it, and the octopus was apparently non-negotiable. She was nine and small for nine, with a sharp chin and a brown ponytail and a faint blue tinge at the lips that her mother had stopped seeing, because she saw it every day."Sort of," I said. "I unzip you here." I ran a finger down my own breastbone, top to bottom. "Then I fix the door inside, and then I zip you back up. It's more sewing than zipping. I'm extremely good at sewing.""Do you have a machine?""I do it by hand."She thought that over. "That's worse.""It's better. Machines make mistakes."Her mother sat in the chair by the wall with the consent form on her knee, pinning its edges flat against the draft from the air
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Chapter: Chapter 33 Make It a Child*Philip*At seven on Monday morning Philip Whitlock stood at his office window above State Street with a cup of coffee he hadn't touched and listened, for perhaps the hundredth time since Saturday, to his wife in the car.*You've seen it. Don't tell me you haven't.*She had said it on Cliff Road, halfway down from his mother's house, with the fog climbing up to meet the headlights. She hadn't turned her head to say it; she had kept her eyes on the passenger window and her gloved hands folded on her bag. In thirty-one years of marriage Juliet had raised her voice perhaps twice, and both times something had ended, so he had learned to listen hardest when she was quiet.He had taken a peppermint from the console, unwrapped it one-handed with the other on the wheel, put it in his mouth, and said, "Celeste is dead, Juliet."She had said nothing more for the rest of the drive, and nothing on Sunday. On Sunday night she had gone to bed in the blue guest room at the end of the hall, and this
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Chapter: Chapter 32 Look at HerBy Saturday morning it was law.Someone had pinned a white card to the wooden post beside the feed bin, at exactly the height of a peacock's eye, and on it, in black ink and the most beautiful copperplate I had seen outside a museum case, was one word: PASKETTI.I stood in front of it in my coat with my coffee going cold in my hand and read it three times, partly to be sure and partly because the capital P had a flourish on it that a person could have hung a hat from."Mr. Tolliver," I said, when Ambrose arrived at my elbow with the feed bucket, as he arrived everywhere, without any evidence of having walked. "Did you do this?""Miss Pippa issued instructions, madam." He threw a handful of grain across the grass. "I felt they ought to be recorded."The big peacock came stalking over at the sound, tail folded, head pumping, and set about breakfast with the air of a bird who had answered to Pasketti since the Coolidge administration. The smaller one followed at a distance. It was a quie
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Chapter: Chapter 31 Pasketti"What was in the box?"Detective Nadia Osei asked it from a crouch in my doorway at eleven at night, a pen-light clamped in her teeth while she went over the bent lock plate inch by inch, and she had to take the light out of her mouth to wait for the answer. She was tall even folded up like that, with close-cropped hair going gray at the temples and a pair of reading glasses pushed up on her head that she never seemed to bring down to her eyes."Bills," I said. "Letters. Her nursing license, some old receipts. Nothing anybody could sell.""Bills.""Medical bills. My mother died of pancreatic cancer. There were a great many of them."Osei put the light back between her teeth and ran it round the splintered frame a second time, slower. Behind her a uniformed officer was photographing the front room from the doorway, and every few seconds his flash went off and lit Helen's recipe cards where they lay across the rug, *Chowder* and *Mabel's Lemon Bars*, white for an instant and then gone.
Last Updated: 2026-10-25
Chapter: Chapter 30 Routine"His godfather," I said, before Rhys had quite finished the question. "He was in the room when Felix's heart was found. You weren't, because I didn't let you be."The vending machine hummed between us. Rhys took his eyes off the window at last."That's the whole answer?""That's the true one. I don't have a longer one for you in a hospital corridor."He looked back at the lab. Lorenz had stood up and was holding the door for the twins, Pippa marching out first with Admiral held high, Felix after her with his hand still in Lorenz's. The three of them turned the other way down the corridor, toward the elevators, without seeing us."You didn't let me," Rhys said. He said it slowly, to the empty corridor, as if he were reading it off a page. Then he looked at me. "I didn't give you much reason to."He didn't wait for an answer. He walked away toward the stairs, and I stood by the vending machine with my phone in my hand and the school's number half dialed, and forgot for a moment who I ha
Last Updated: 2026-10-24
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