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Chapter 66

作者: Dara O.
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Gerald Whitcombe's office occupied the fourth floor of an old, dignified building downtown, all dark wood and quiet formality, the kind of space that had clearly seen decades of careful, discreet family business conducted behind its heavy door. Eleanor came with us this time, insisting she needed to be present, and I was grateful for it— some old, worn part of me still bracing for whatever this meeting might unearth.

Gerald himself was smaller than I expected, silver-haired and precise, with th
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  • My Fiancée Married My Sister   Chapter 66

    Gerald Whitcombe's office occupied the fourth floor of an old, dignified building downtown, all dark wood and quiet formality, the kind of space that had clearly seen decades of careful, discreet family business conducted behind its heavy door. Eleanor came with us this time, insisting she needed to be present, and I was grateful for it— some old, worn part of me still bracing for whatever this meeting might unearth.Gerald himself was smaller than I expected, silver-haired and precise, with the particular stillness of a man who'd spent a career keeping other people's secrets and had learned, long ago, exactly how to hold his face steady around them."Ms. Reed." He rose as we entered, extending his hand with old-fashioned formality. "I've been waiting a long time to finally have this conversation. Please, sit."We settled into the worn leather chairs across from his desk, and Gerald took a moment before speaking, studying my face with an intensity that made me acutely aware of exactly

  • My Fiancée Married My Sister   Chapter 65

    I sat with that for a long moment, the café noise slowly filtering back in around us, the weight of everything Margaret had just handed me settling into something I didn't yet know how to carry."Do you remember his name?" I asked finally."Not clearly." Margaret pressed her fingers to her temples, straining to pull the memory forward through twenty-seven years of deliberately not thinking about any of it. "Something short. Whitfield, maybe. Or Whitmore. I only met him once, and I wasn't exactly paying close attention to names that night. I was too busy falling in love with a man I had no business falling in love with.""I'll ask Eleanor," I said. "She might know. If this man was close enough to Charles to know his secrets, she's probably known him for decades too."Margaret nodded slowly, wiping the last of her tears with a napkin that had gone soft and shredded in her hands. "I don't know what I'm hoping for anymore. Part of me wants there to be nothing, some closed door that finall

  • My Fiancée Married My Sister   Chapter 64

    I called Margaret the next morning, my hands steady in a way that surprised me, and asked her to meet me— not at her house, not at mine, somewhere neutral where neither of us would have the advantage of familiar walls.She chose a small café near her office, the kind of place with quiet corner tables and enough ambient noise to keep a conversation private even in public. She was already seated when I arrived, and something in her face— a tightness around the eyes, a stillness in her hands— told me she already suspected this wasn't a casual visit."Jasmine." She stood briefly, then sat again, unsure of the right greeting for whatever this was about to become. "You said you needed to talk. You sounded serious on the phone.""I am." I sat across from her, the envelope with the letter tucked carefully in my bag, though I didn't reach for it yet. "I need to ask you something, and I need you to actually answer me honestly. No deflecting, no changing the subject to something more comfortable

  • My Fiancée Married My Sister   Chapter 63

    We drove out to the estate Saturday morning, the whole world outside the car window looking different than it had on any previous drive out— sharper somehow, more vivid, like the confirmation had recalibrated even the ordinary scenery into something worth actually seeing."How do you feel?" Noah asked, his hand steady over mine on the console."I don't have a word for it yet," I admitted. "Something between grief and joy that doesn't sit comfortably as either one alone. I keep thinking about a man I'll never get to meet, who apparently loved my mother enough to write to her before her own wedding, and I don't know how to hold that alongside being happy about who I turned out to be.""You don't have to resolve it today," Noah said gently. "Some things you just carry both at once, for a while, until they figure out how to sit together."Eleanor met us at the door with an entirely different energy than any previous visit — not careful, not guarded, just openly, unabashedly emotional, her

  • My Fiancée Married My Sister   Chapter 63

    We drove out to the estate Saturday morning, the whole world outside the car window looking different than it had on any previous drive out— sharper somehow, more vivid, like the confirmation had recalibrated even the ordinary scenery into something worth actually seeing."How do you feel?" Noah asked, his hand steady over mine on the console."I don't have a word for it yet," I admitted. "Something between grief and joy that doesn't sit comfortably as either one alone. I keep thinking about a man I'll never get to meet, who apparently loved my mother enough to write to her before her own wedding, and I don't know how to hold that alongside being happy about who I turned out to be.""You don't have to resolve it today," Noah said gently. "Some things you just carry both at once, for a while, until they figure out how to sit together."Eleanor met us at the door with an entirely different energy than any previous visit — not careful, not guarded, just openly, unabashedly emotional, her

  • My Fiancée Married My Sister   Chapter 62

    Noah didn't look convinced, and I didn't fully blame him. "You believe him," he said carefully, sitting down across from me. "Just like that. After weeks of threats and burner phones and stolen samples.""I don't believe him blindly," I clarified. "I believe the desperation underneath it. There's a difference. People who are genuinely calculating don't crack the way he cracked once someone actually asked what he was really angry about.""That's remarkably charitable of you." Noah's expression softened slightly, some of the tension easing out of his shoulders. "Even for you.""Maybe." I leaned back against the couch, exhaustion finally catching up with the adrenaline of the call. "Or maybe I just recognize what it looks like, wanting someone to notice you're hurting so badly you'll do something destructive just to force the reaction. I spent a long time being quietly furious instead of loudly furious, because loud never got me anywhere in my family. Daniel just found a louder version o

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