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Chapter 34— Paper Lies, Blood Truth
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His Accidental Mrs Chapter 36 — Fire Has a Memory
The note stayed in my mind long after Adrian tossed it into the fireplace.You burned my bridge.Now I’ll burn yours.It wasn’t dramatic flair. It was a vow. The kind that came soaked in gasoline, waiting for a match.Adrian changed the security codes that night.We added two more guards.The nursery window got new sensors.But still, I couldn’t sleep.Because you can lock a house, but you can’t lock out fear.Especially when it wears your face.Especially when it used to call you sister.---The media buzzed for days.Headlines praised the ruling.Eliana wins legal battle.Fake birth certificate exposed.Corporate heir restored.My face trended on every news app.But they didn’t know the whole story.They didn’t know about the voicemail Eliora left that morning.Five words.“You’ll never see it coming.”Adrian played it on repeat.Analyzed the tone. The background static. The breath before she hung up.“She’s not done,” he said.“I know.”“She’s still close.”“She always is.”We turn
His Accidental Mrs Chapter 35— The Court of Broken Faces
The courthouse buzzed with too many voices, too many cameras, too many stares.Everyone had an opinion.No one had the truth.Adrian squeezed my hand as we entered. His jaw was tight. His suit was darker than usual. Almost funereal.Vanessa walked ahead of us, briefcase in one hand, printed affidavits in the other. She was all steel and certainty—until we reached the double doors.Then she stopped and turned.“This is not about the baby anymore,” she said. “This is about power. Control. Legacy.”“And truth,” I added.“No,” she said bluntly. “The truth isn’t enough today. You need proof. Emotion. Performance. Give them a reason to believe you. Not just the facts.”Adrian gave a slow nod.I swallowed hard and pushed open the doors.Marcus was already seated.Front row.Wearing smug like a custom-tailored suit.Beside him sat a woman I didn’t recognize. Sharp cheekbones. High ponytail. Dressed in royal blue.Vanessa leaned over. “That’s his new counsel. Civil specialist. Famous for flipp
His Accidental Mrs Chapter 34— Paper Lies, Blood Truth
The certificate lay between us like a confession.My name wasn’t on it.Only Adrian’s.And Eliora’s.Filed. Stamped. Dated.Weeks before the court ever saw my face.Adrian’s fingers trembled as he traced the embossed seal. He kept rereading the name—our child’s name—as if doing so would make it disappear.“It’s real,” he said, finally. “She got to them.”“She forged it,” I said.“No,” Granny corrected softly. “She didn’t forge. She manipulated. She used the truth you both handed her the night you switched. Then she twisted it into something permanent.”“But the baby isn’t hers,” I said, voice rising. “She hasn’t touched her. I carried this child, Granny!”“And you can prove it,” she said calmly. “But this isn’t about truth anymore. It’s about what’s on paper.”I stood up.Paced.Clutched my stomach.“She’s trying to undo everything. Even now.”Adrian was already on his phone.Calling Vanessa.“Find out who helped her process this,” he said sharply. “Who filed it. Who stamped it. If a
His Accidental Mrs Chapter 33 — The Day the Court Fell Silent
The courthouse smelled like old books and polished fear.Marble floors. Echoing heels. A silence that wasn't silence—it was waiting.Adrian stood to my right, tie perfectly knotted, jaw clenched tighter than his fists.Granny Elizabeth sat behind us. Unmoving. Regal. Watching everything like she had already seen it in a dream.The judge walked in. Robed. Unreadable. Carried years of law behind his eyes.He took his seat.Papers rustled.Voices whispered.Then silence again.And Eliora walked in.Same face. Same walk. But this time she looked tired.Not physically. Spiritually.Like she’d been fighting a war no one ever trained her for, and now even the armor didn’t fit right.She didn’t look at me.Didn’t glance at Adrian.Her eyes locked on the bench.Like the judge was her last prayer.Our lawyer stood first.He moved quickly. Precisely.Laid out the facts like a surgeon with a scalpel.Marriage contract.Pregnancy record.The sonogram timeline.The leaked messages.Christiana’s sta
His Accidental Mrs Chapter 32 — The Child She Never Carried
The silence was the loudest it had ever been.Not even the clock dared to tick.“She filed for adoption,” Vanessa said again, her voice low but steady. “Private clinic.Florida. Same day the fake sonogram surfaced online.”Adrian paced the foyer, his jaw clenched.“How did she get approved?” he muttered.“She hasn’t been,” Vanessa replied. “It’s still under review. But the documents… they’re polished. New ID. Clean record. She’s calling herself Serena now.”I sat down slowly, holding my belly.“She’s building a lie,” I whispered. “A full one. A child, a name, a story. Just like she built mine. But this time, she wants proof no one can deny.”Granny Elizabeth stood by the fireplace. She hadn’t spoken since the news came in. Her face was calm, but I knew that look—a storm hiding behind quiet eyes.“She’s racing against the clock,” Granny finally said. “Because she knows once your baby arrives, her window closes.”“And what if she gets the child?” I asked.Adrian stopped pacing. “Then she
His Accidental Mrs Chapter 31 — The Vaughan Files
It dropped at noon.Not on news outlets. Not through a press release.YouTube. TikTok. Instagram.The Vaughan Files: Part One.Fifteen minutes long.Eliora narrating in soft tones.Aesthetic transitions. Soft piano in the background. Voice trembling just enough to seem authentic.The video opened with a childhood photo—two girls in matching blue dresses. The caption: “This is how it started.”Then a slow montage.Photos. Clips. Screenshots.Her and me. Our school days. Parties. Birthday footage.She painted us as best friends turned enemies.“I loved my sister. I covered for her. But when I needed her most, she took everything—my name, my future, my husband.”I watched the whole thing in silence.So did Adrian.So did the internet.“She twisted the narrative,” Vanessa muttered. “She’s playing martyr.”Granny Elizabeth didn’t blink.“She’s turning shame into sympathy. And people eat that up.”Then came the pivot.Seven minutes in.“She wasn’t the only one who lied,” Eliora whispered.
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