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70.

Auteur: Justina
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Asher's POV

Asher knew the realtor recognized him the moment she walked back into the room, even though he didn't recognize her. He wasn't surprised though, recently, his face had been in the news more times than he could count. Even a child cound recognize him at this point.

The woman tried to mask it—the slight widening of her eyes, the way her smile stiffened as her gaze lingered a second too long. It wasn’t the first time someone had tried to pretend they didn’t know who he was. And it wouldn’t be the last. He was used to it.

But Avery wasn’t just anyone. And this wasn’t just any meeting. This was something she wanted to do, a dream she wanted to fulfill.

He straightened his shirt as much as he could, with a child on his arm and was about to speak, at least introduce himself when she started first.

“Is he your partner?” the realtor asked, tone casual but her eyes curious. Too curious. " The reason why you were not concentrating earlier."

Asher scoffed lightly, arching a brow at th
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  • Mistaken Identity    119.

    Asher’s POV Georgia’s smile softened. “You matter because you do. Not because of a name. Not because of what you’ve forgotten or what others whisper behind closed doors. I see what’s in front of me. And it’s a woman worth respecting.”Silence fell, heavy with meaning. Asher looked at Avery, who was blinking quickly, trying not to cry. He reached over and gently laid a hand on her knee.“Thank you,” Avery murmured. “I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that.”Georgia’s tone grew playful again. “Well, I’m old. I’ve earned the right to say whatever I want. And I say you’re welcome in this family, should you want to be.”Asher leaned back, watching them both, warmth rising in his chest. He hadn’t expected this either. But seeing the two most important women in his life connect like this, it did something to him.It was a gift, Asher knew. One his grandmother didn’t give lightly. And Avery, by the softening in her eyes, knew it too.“Alright,” Georgia said, clapping her hands once a

  • Mistaken Identity    118.

    Asher’s POVInside, the house opened into a grand foyer lined with thick, Persian rugs and polished mahogany. It still smelled faintly of the gardenias his grandmother kept in antique vases along the hall. It was strange how the place could be both intimidating and comforting at once. Asher had grown up under its shadow, memorizing every curve of the staircase, every creak of the floorboards, but somehow today, it all felt new. Different. Like something had shifted, and maybe, for once, for the better.“Come,” Georgia said, already walking toward the inner hallway. “There’s cocoa in the kitchen. The boys can snack. And you and I can chat like civilized women.”“I’ll just disappear, then,” Asher muttered dryly, lifting his brows at Avery, whose shoulders tensed slightly.He was yet to see Laurel, the main reason why he was there, so he might as well leave Avery and his grandmother to discuss, while he looked for Laurel. But his grandmother obviously had other plans.“No, you won’t,” G

  • Mistaken Identity    116.

    Asher’s POV Asher gave a small nod and knelt in front of Neal, Noel still on his arms. Perhaps if he saw his brother excited, he would warm up to this, he thought.Keeping his voice gentle, he spoke. “Hey, buddy. You’re safe here, alright? I wouldn’t bring you anywhere that wasn’t. I promise.”Noel blinked at him, then slowly, cautiously, released his grip on Avery’s fingers. He didn’t speak, but he gave a small nod of his own, barely there, but it was enough.“That’s my brave boy,” Avery murmured, kissing the top of his head.Asher stood and reached for Avery’s hand, lacing their fingers together. He gave her a reassuring squeeze and glanced down at the boys again. “Let’s go meet Grandma Georgia, yeah?” he muttered.Neal bounced on the balls of his feet, practically glowing. “Do you think she’ll give us cookies?” he asked.Asher laughed, leading the way as they walked toward the grand entrance. “If I know my grandmother, she’ll give you cookies, juice, and a lecture about your postu

  • Mistaken Identity    116.

    Asher’s POV Asher parked the car in front of the Storm mansion entrance and turned off the engine with a quiet sigh. Grandmother was already waiting at the door, her tall frame poised in elegance, arms folded over her coat. She never waited by the door for him. That job was always left to Wilson, the butler. If Wilson was no where to be seen, then she had intentionally stood there. He didn’t know if he should be glad that she was waiting for him, or if he should be cautious. The last time she had stood at the door for him, it had ended badly. Her presence today made one thing clear though, it was going to be a long day.He glanced at Avery in the passenger seat. She was unbuckling her seatbelt, but her hands trembled slightly. It wasn’t obvious, not unless you really knew her, and he did. This was the first time she’d be meeting his grandmother, Georgia Storm. It wasn’t just any introduction. It was the introduction.After last night, the proposal, Avery asking him to legally be

  • Mistaken Identity    115.

    Avery’s POVThen suddenly, Asher leaned back slightly, a mixture of wonder and seriousness in his face as he looked at her.His jaw worked as if searching for the right words. “Avery, do you mean that? Because I’d do anything for those boys. Anything to protect them. If it means legally making them mine, I’ll do it in a heartbeat. Not out of obligation. But because I already love them. I already see them as mine. But this… this is big.” He said in a slow voice as if talking to a child.She nodded, her voice firm. She was more sure of this now, more than ever. “I know it is. But I don’t trust anyone else. And I trust you with them.” She said, her tone sure without doubts.For a second, Asher just stared at her, stunned into silence. “You… you want me to adopt them?” he muttered, blinking his eyes at her, like he wanted to stop the tears that she could now clearly see, from falling out.“If you’d be willing,” she whispered, running her hand up and down his arm. “You’re already more of

  • Mistaken Identity    114.

    Avery’s POV Asher was quiet for a beat. Then he shifted closer and wrapped his arms around her again. If Asher hadn’t shown up that day, staring at her like he’d seen a ghost, calling her by a name she didn’t recognize, then none of this would have started. She wouldn’t have known she resembled someone else, wouldn’t have questioned the version of her life the Wellesleys had so carefully crafted around her. There would’ve been no search for the truth, no late-night doubts, no confrontation with the man she once believed to be her father-in-law, her grandfather. Avery would still have remained in that house, quietly existing under a false identity, raising her boys with no knowledge of the life, or the person, she had lost, except her memories came back to her.In a way, it was Asher who had set all of this in motion. He had cracked open the fragile illusion she was living in, and through that crack, the truth had poured in like sunlight, blinding, uncomfortable, but necessary.“Y

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