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Daddy by deception - My ex husband's fake heirs chapter 102
Obsession did not announce itself as madness. It announced itself as diligence.Gregory began waking before five. He checked his phone for messages from the investigator before he checked the time. He made lists — dates from the old marriage, gaps in Cathrene’s schedule he had never questioned, names of colleagues who had worked late with her, medical clinics that might still hold records he had never demanded. The lists multiplied. The study walls, once decorated with the ordinary markers of a successful career, became a private archive of a woman he no longer had any right to archive.The investigator sent updates in spare paragraphs.*No evidence of a concurrent relationship in the final eighteen months of the marriage so far. Travel records align with stated work. One recurring name in corporate contexts — Evelyn Okonkwo — appears professional only. Continuing.*Gregory read the absence of evidence as a failure of method rather than a failure of the theory. *Dig deeper,* he repl
Daddy by deception - My ex husband's fake heirs chapter 101
The theory arrived like a raft in a flood.Gregory seized it before he had fully examined whether it could float.If Cathrene was pregnant with twins — if the body that had produced nothing for eight years under his roof was now producing abundance under another man’s — then the simplest explanation, the one that preserved the least of his old story, was that something had been hidden. Not a medical miracle. Not a cruel joke of timing. Betrayal. She must have cheated.He said it aloud in the study at 2 a.m., testing the shape of it.“She must have cheated.”The walls did not argue.Once the sentence existed, evidence began arranging itself to serve it. The years of her composure. The late nights at the company he had never fully interrogated. The way she had accepted the end of the marriage without a public fight — not dignity, he rewrote, but eagerness to be free for a life already in motion. The speed of her recovery. The man with the child. The pregnancy that followed too cleanly o
Daddy by deception - My ex husband's fake heirs chapter 100
Impossible.The word became the only structure left in his mind that still felt solid.Gregory woke on the study sofa with a dry mouth and the same sentence waiting for him that had been waiting when he finally closed his eyes. Cathrene was pregnant with twins. He said it aloud once, into the empty room, and the sound of it made the air feel thinner. Impossible. She had been the barren one. The closed account. The woman whose body had failed the marriage in the only way his family measured failure. That story had organized years of his life. It had justified distance, resentment, the guest room, the eventual exit. It had been the foundation under every choice that followed.And now the foundation was a rumor from a club and a congratulatory comment under a photograph, insisting that the impossible had already occurred.He showered without feeling the water. Dressed without choosing the clothes. Downstairs, Thomas had laid out coffee with the careful neutrality of a man who had stopped
Daddy by deception - My ex husband's fake heirs chapter 99
The news did not arrive through a formal channel. It arrived the way everything that hurt him now arrived — sideways, incomplete, and impossible to put back once heard.He was at the club, not because he wanted company, but because the mansion had become a museum of absences. Dorcas and the children were still at her mother’s. The staff moved through the rooms like people maintaining a property rather than a home. Gregory had gone out to escape the sound of his own thoughts and had found, instead, two men from his old professional circle speaking too carelessly over drinks.“—twins, apparently. Can you believe it? After everything with Thornton. She’s remarried and already pregnant. Some people get the whole reset.”Gregory’s hand stopped halfway to his glass.The other man chuckled. “Ward something. Architect. Quiet type. My wife saw them at a clinic, of all places. Said Cathrene looked tired but happy. Twins. After that whole barren story the Thorntons put about.”The first man no
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The appointment was later than the first scan, far enough along that the word *twins* had stopped feeling like a rumor and started feeling like a schedule.Cathrene sat on the examination table in a gown that never fit anyone kindly, feet cold, bladder politely full as instructed. Benjamin occupied the chair in the corner with the calm of a man who had already decided that whatever the screen showed, they would meet it together. The room smelled of gel and disinfectant. A clock on the wall ticked with unnecessary clarity.“Any bleeding? Severe pain? Reduced movement concerns?” the technician asked while adjusting the machine.“No bleeding. Nausea still winning most mornings. Movement… I think I’m feeling something. Flutter. I’m never sure if I’m inventing it.”“That’s common at this stage,” the woman said. “We’ll take a look.”The gel was warm this time. The probe pressed, angled, pressed again. The screen bloomed into grainy motion. Cathrene turned her head and watched.Two shapes. C
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It began before dawn and did not care that she had meetings.Cathrene woke with the sudden, specific certainty that she needed to be in the bathroom immediately. She made it just in time. Afterward she sat on the cool floor tiles with her forehead against the cabinet door, breathing through the residual wave, while Benjamin’s sleepy footsteps approached and stopped in the doorway.“That bad?” he asked.“That efficient,” she managed. “No warning. Just… arrival.”He dampened a washcloth, handed it to her, and sat on the edge of the bathtub without crowding. The domesticity of it — the quiet competence, the lack of panic — steadied her more than any speech would have. When the nausea receded enough for her to stand, he helped her up and waited while she rinsed her mouth and stared at her pale reflection.“Twins,” she said to the mirror.“Twins,” he agreed. “They’re already organizing shifts.”She almost smiled. Almost.By the third morning the pattern was established. Nausea early, somet
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