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2025-04-12 17:00:57The night was unforgiving.
Lydia walked briskly down the empty street, her heels clicking on the pavement, suitcase dragging behind her, and the echo of Antony’s slap still ringing in her ears. Her cheek stung, but it was nothing compared to the fire raging in her heart.
Her brother had hit her. Because of Rita.
The same Rita who had once been her best friend.
The same Rita who had turned Antony into a lovesick fool.
The city lights blurred through her tears, but Lydia refused to let them fall. She wouldn’t cry. Not for them. Not for anyone.
She checked into a cheap motel on the
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The night after Rita left Antony's house with Harry was heavy with silence. Antony sat alone, staring at the door Lydia had slammed shut behind her. His hand still stung from the slap he never thought he'd ever give his sister. The guilt was gnawing at him, yet he couldn't shake the bitter words she’d hurled at Rita—at his Rita.The living room was dimly lit, echoing his chaotic thoughts. He picked up his phone, contemplating calling Rita, but decided against it. She needed peace. She deserved peace. Meanwhile, Lydia wandered aimlessly down unfamiliar streets, rage and heartbreak swirling in her chest. She’d called their parents and cried as she explained what had happened. Their shock was immediate.“We’re flying back,” her mother had said. “Don’t do anything foolish.”But foolishness was already boiling inside her. She had lost her best friend and now her brother too. And all because of one woman—Rita.Rita sat curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. Harry brought her a warm c
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He buried his face in his trembling hands, heart pounding wildly. “She left… she left me again,” he mumbled. “I came here to fight… I was ready to kneel every day if I had to—just for her to look at me. And now…”Now she was gone.Gone with his child.Gone with his last piece of redemption.His mother’s voice echoed in his head—“Use the baby to win her back.” But he didn’t want strategy anymore. He wanted her. Just her. Rita. The woman whose strength had humbled him. The woman who had walked through fire and still managed to stand.And now… she had walked away from him.“Where did she go?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.Mark hesitated again. “Sir, I don’t know the exact place. Her people didn’t share details. Just that she boarded a private flight before midnight.”James sat there on the ground, eyes glazed, fingers clawing at the gravel. His heart felt like it had cracked in half, and no amount of scheming or money could put it back together.“She’s really gone…” he murmured.Mark, un
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James sat alone in the backseat of his car, parked just outside the estate gates. The morning sun had long risen, casting golden rays across the city skyline — but to him, the world felt grey. Dim. Cold.His fingers tapped nervously against the car door, his other hand clenched tightly into a fist on his lap. His lips were dry, his usually well-styled hair now disheveled, and his shirt was wrinkled from a sleepless night spent on his knees outside Rita’s gate.She was gone. Out of the country. No warning. No note. No chance to speak his twisted version of truth or manipulate the cracks in her heart.There was no one left to threaten, no leverage left to use.No family pressuring her.No scandal hovering over her.No baby he could exploit.And worst of all—no Rita.His mother, Madam Cynthia, sat beside him silently, arms folded tightly across her chest. Even she didn’t have the usual air of command around her anymore. Her power, which once stemmed from manipulating marriages and forgin
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The sun was setting outside the mansion, bathing the living room in a golden hue that did nothing to warm the tension crackling inside. James sat slouched on the edge of the couch, his eyes red from lack of sleep, lips pressed into a bitter line. He hadn’t spoken much all day. Neither had his mother.But the silence couldn’t last forever.With a loud crash, James’s mother hurled her porcelain teacup against the wall. It shattered into pieces, just like her plans.“This wasn’t supposed to happen!” she screeched, her hands shaking. “That girl was our ticket! Our only ticket!”James flinched, startled. “You think I don’t know that? You think I’m not going crazy knowing she’s gone and never looking back?”His mother whirled on him, her elegant silk scarf falling from her shoulders. “You let her slip, James! You— you—with your arrogance and your games! I told you to be gentle, to work on her emotions, but no! You had to bring Linet into it!”James stood up now, his face stormy. “And what a
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Rita had finally found peace.Her new home was nothing like the chaos she had left behind. Nestled in a quiet, flower-lined street with cobbled walkways and friendly faces, it was a fresh beginning—soft, calm, and healing.Her neighbors were warm-hearted people who welcomed her with smiles and the occasional warm dish on her doorstep. There was Mrs. Lawson, the elderly woman next door who loved to share garden tips; Noah, the widowed bookstore owner across the street who always waved with a cup of coffee in hand; and Mia and her twin boys, who adored Rita like an aunt.She had chosen this place for one reason—it felt like a life far removed from her past. No gossip. No greedy eyes. No expectations. Just simple, undisturbed living.Her favorite routine had quickly become her morning and evening walks to the park down the lane. It was a humble little place, with a fountain in the middle and benches nestled under shady trees. Children’s laughter echoed as they played on the swings and ra
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Rita stepped out of the cab and into the clean, glassy entrance of GoodCure Hospital, her leather handbag clutched gently against her stomach. The warm sunlight filtered through the tall hospital trees, and the atmosphere seemed oddly thick—not with illness or gloom, but tension… buzzing, excited tension.She paused at the reception, already feeling something was off.Unlike her first visit, where everything had been calm and professional, today the hospital lobby resembled a beehive. Nurses in crisp white uniforms clustered in small, whispering groups. Some stood near the elevator, adjusting their hair hurriedly in the mirrored walls, while others swished past in purposeful strides, their heels clicking loudly against the marble floor. A few even dashed from one wing to another, eyes wide with anticipation.Rita frowned, unconsciously placing a hand over her small bump.What’s going on?She turned slightly, stopping a nurse who seemed to be rushing past with a clipboard.“Excuse me…
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The atmosphere inside GoodCure Hospital was still charged with whispers and low giggles, the air practically vibrating with the aftershocks of Dr. Adrian's grand arrival. Staff who had only read about him in medical journals were now buzzing with excitement, and even some patients were peeking out of their rooms, curious about the commotion.Rita had finished her checkup.Dressed in a soft cream maternity dress that hugged her gently rounded belly, she clutched a small hospital folder under her arm and stepped into the hallway, already planning to pick up a few things for her boutique on her way home.She walked toward the elevator, humming softly to herself.At that exact moment, the private elevator on the other side of the building dinged open—reserved only for top officials.Dr. Adrian, with two senior doctors trailing behind him, stepped out, his polished shoes clicking against the floor. His eyes scanned the surroundings as he made his way toward the staircase. He always preferr
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The soft hum of jazz music filled the intimate corners of the cozy restaurant Rita had come to love since settling into her new city. The lighting was warm, the scent of fresh herbs and grilled delicacies hung gently in the air, and the quiet chatter of diners created a comforting background buzz. It was her little escape—a place to sit in solitude, sip her favorite mango-passion juice, and let her thoughts drift freely.That afternoon, Rita sat by the window, a novel in hand, her belly barely showing under her sundress. The quiet life was treating her well, and today was meant to be just like the others—peaceful and uneventful.Until he walked in.Tall. Commanding. Effortlessly graceful.The air shifted the moment Dr. Adrian stepped through the arched doorway of the restaurant. Dressed in a simple yet tailored blazer and dark trousers, his presence was magnetic. Conversations paused. A few heads subtly turned. Even the waiters seemed to stand straighter.Rita hadn’t noticed him at fi
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Back home, after the serene whirlwind of the honeymoon and the quiet strength it had restored in him, Adrian made a decision that would ripple through the Drake family and beyond—he finally agreed to take over the family business.The announcement was made during a quiet family dinner at the Drakes’ grand estate. The table went still for a moment when Adrian, with Rita’s hand gently resting over his, looked up at his father and said, “I’m ready to carry on the legacy.”His mother gasped softly, tears immediately brimming in her eyes. She had prayed, waited, and hoped for this day—not for power or pride, but because she wanted her son to know his worth and own it.Mr. Drake, a man not easily moved, leaned back, visibly shaken by joy. “You’re not doing this for anyone else, right?” he asked, voice steady but low.Adrian nodded. “I’m doing it because I now know who I am. And I’m not afraid to lead.”The room erupted with joy. Champagne was opened, glasses clinked, and hugs passed around.
My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity chapter 120
Back home, after the serene whirlwind of the honeymoon and the quiet strength it had restored in him, Adrian made a decision that would ripple through the Drake family and beyond—he finally agreed to take over the family business.The announcement was made during a quiet family dinner at the Drakes’ grand estate. The table went still for a moment when Adrian, with Rita’s hand gently resting over his, looked up at his father and said, “I’m ready to carry on the legacy.”His mother gasped softly, tears immediately brimming in her eyes. She had prayed, waited, and hoped for this day—not for power or pride, but because she wanted her son to know his worth and own it.Mr. Drake, a man not easily moved, leaned back, visibly shaken by joy. “You’re not doing this for anyone else, right?” he asked, voice steady but low.Adrian nodded. “I’m doing it because I now know who I am. And I’m not afraid to lead.”The room erupted with joy. Champagne was opened, glasses clinked, and hugs passed around.
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Indeed, with envy came fascination—and fascination brought admiration that turned into unexpected blessings. What started as whispered jealousy soon transformed into public celebration of their love stories. The resort staff, charmed by the couples’ grace and gratitude, nominated them for the "Golden Hearts Getaway Contest"—an exclusive island-wide event recognizing the most inspiring lovebirds.And they won.The news was announced at a special dinner under a massive banyan tree draped in twinkling lights. As the host read their names, Rita and Adrian, along with Lydia and Ethan, stood stunned amid thunderous applause and camera flashes."For showing the island that true love not only exists but glows," the emcee beamed, "we award these couples an extended stay at the honeymoon suite, full spa access, and a private yacht tour of the secret coves."The crowd clapped wildly—some with genuine excitement, others masking their envy behind polite smiles.The rewards kept flowing.At breakfa
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As the wedding festivities continued to wind down, the excitement of the day lingered in the air. Adrian and Rita, now officially husband and wife, sat together at their table, holding hands and discussing the next chapter of their lives. Their laughter and whispered words were filled with relief, happiness, and the warmth of a love that had stood the test of time and adversities.Rita leaned in, her eyes sparkling. “So, where do you think we should go?”Adrian smirked, his eyes softening as he thought for a moment. “I’m thinking somewhere quiet, away from the chaos. Somewhere we can really relax, just the two of us. No phones, no cameras—just peace.”They turned to Lydia and Ethan, who were seated across from them, both of them grinning ear to ear, still riding the wave of their own engagement. Ethan caught Lydia’s eye and squeezed her hand before joining in the conversation.“It’s hard to believe it’s finally our turn,” Lydia said, her voice warm with emotion. “After everything we’v
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As Linet’s cries faded beyond the estate gates, a hush lingered — a strange blend of relief, awe, and stunned silence. But amid it all, Rita walked back down the path with the elegance of a queen who had just conquered her fiercest storm.Adrian stood at the altar, watching her with a soft, steady gaze. The way he looked at her — as if the entire world disappeared and only she remained — calmed every heartbeat around them.Rita took her place beside him, her hands slipping into his.The priest, having witnessed the chaos and the calm, nodded solemnly. “Shall we continue?”Adrian didn’t wait.He took a deep breath, lifting Rita’s hand to his lips.“Rita… you are the reason I know what peace feels like. When the world doubted, you believed. When enemies schemed, you stood by me. When I lost myself, your love reminded me who I am. I promise to never let you feel alone again. I promise to protect you, honor you, and choose you — every single day.”A murmur of soft emotion swept through th
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The grand courtyard of the Drake estate shimmered in white and gold, the soft strains of violin lifting gently through the spring air. Rows upon rows of elegantly dressed guests rose to their feet as the soft chime of the wedding march began to play.And then, she appeared.Rita.Her dress — custom silk organza with hand-sewn beads that shimmered like morning dew — flowed behind her like a cascade of light. A delicate lace veil framed her glowing face, and in her arms was a bouquet of white peonies, tied with a ribbon that matched Adrian’s pocket square.The crowd gasped softly — not just at her beauty, but at the serenity and grace that clung to her like a second skin.Rita held her father’s arm, her other hand gently curled around her bouquet. Her heart raced with every step. Not out of fear — she hadn’t sensed the danger — but from the overwhelming joy of the moment. Her eyes were fixed ahead.Adrian stood waiting.He looked regal, composed, but only those who knew him well could s
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The heavy door swung open.Sophie flinched, her chest heaving as a flood of light poured into the room — behind it, a cold sea of uniforms and unwavering gazes.Adrian stepped in first.His face was unreadable. Not rage. Not sorrow.Just… finality.Behind him, Rita stood — not in fear, but with quiet, fierce resolve. Her hand rested protectively on her belly, the true twins safe and far from the storm."You really did it," Adrian said quietly. "You broke into my home. You tried to harm my children."Sophie staggered back. "They were never supposed to exist!" she shrieked. “We were supposed to get married! You were mine before she came and ruined everything!”“You were never mine,” Adrian said, his voice like ice.“And you ruined yourself.”A detective stepped forward. “Sophie Collins, you’re under arrest for attempted kidnapping, breaking and entering, conspiracy, and making threats to life.”The room spun for her. “No! No, wait — wait — this isn’t happening!”They clicked the handcuf
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The grand Drake estate was abuzz with activity. Silk-covered chairs, imported flowers, endless trays of pastries, and fabric swatches — everything screamed perfection. But Adrian wasn’t smiling. Beneath the elegance and sparkle, a quiet storm brewed.He paced the edge of their private garden, his eyes scanning the perimeter.“Security doubled at every corner?” he asked his assistant sharply.“Yes, sir. Discreet, but thorough.”Rita stepped onto the patio, adjusting the veil on her trial dress. She looked breathtaking — and exhausted.“You haven’t slept,” she said, crossing her arms.“Neither have you,” Adrian replied gently. “We’re close. Just a few more days.”Rita hesitated. “Adrian… are we really safe?”He walked over, brushing her cheek with his thumb. “I’ve made sure of it. But more than that, I need you to trust me.”She nodded, though her eyes betrayed her fear.Meanwhile… a Hint of SabotageEarlier that morning, a seamstress had screamed after discovering a carefully cut slit
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Lydia sat in the cozy corner of a chic café, a handwritten list folded beside her coffee cup. She glanced at it for the tenth time, then sighed, half-excited, half-nervous.It had taken her weeks to narrow it down — not because she lacked friends, but because this moment felt... sacred. These women would stand beside her at the altar. They’d be there when her hands trembled and when she danced for the first time as a wife.She finally picked up her phone and began texting.First stop: Mariam’s PlaceMariam was Lydia’s childhood friend, loyal to the bone and brutally honest.When Lydia showed up unannounced with cupcakes and a white ribboned box, Mariam squinted. “What are you plotting now?”Lydia handed her the box.Inside, a silver bracelet with the initials “MB” — Maid of Honour — and a small card that read:“Will you be my person through laughter, chaos, and wedding mayhem?”Mariam blinked. Then she jumped up and hugged her so tight, Lydia laughed and gasped all at once. “Was start
