LOGINSEQUEL TO ‘DIVORCED MY CHEATING HUSBAND & FELL FOR HIS TWIN’ When Marcus Reynard is granted a new trial, Olivia Carson's carefully rebuilt life starts to crack. The man who once destroyed her is out on bail, and this time he isn't hiding what he wants. Ethan Reynard has finally built the family he thought he'd lost his chance at. But when a routine test reveals a secret buried since the night everything changed, he has to decide whether love is something you choose once, or something you choose every single day. Will Marcus's obsession finally catch up to him, or will he take everything from his brother one last time?
View MoreOLIVIAThe drive back to the city was quiet.Ethan stared out the window, his jaw tight, his hands resting on his knees. I didn't try to fill the silence. There was nothing I could say that would make any of it easier. His entire life had been rewritten in the space of an hour. His father wasn't his father. His uncle was. And the man who'd raised him, who'd given him his name and his inheritance and his place in the world, had been living a lie.I thought about my own family. My mother and father, who'd raised me in a modest house in Chicago with hand-me-down furniture and home-cooked meals. They'd never lied to me. They'd never hidden anything. They were exactly who they said they were.And I'd spent years running from them. Hiding from them. Avoiding their calls because I was too ashamed of the mess my life had become.I pulled out my phone and called my mother."Olivia?" Her voice was warm, surprised. "It's late, sweetheart. Is everything alright?""I'm fine, Mom. I just wanted to
ETHANWe arrived at the Reynard mansion the next afternoon.The house looked the same as it always had. White columns, wide windows, the kind of timeless elegance that came from old money and careful maintenance. But something felt different as we walked up the front steps. The air was heavier, the silence deeper. Whatever Elizabeth was about to tell us had been waiting for decades.She met us in the front parlor, a room I'd never liked. Too many antiques, too much velvet, too many portraits of dead Reynards staring down from the walls. Elizabeth was seated in her usual chair by the window, dressed in a simple gray dress, her hands folded in her lap. She looked older than I remembered. Tired.Grace was with the nanny in the nursery. Olivia had decided that whatever was said in this room, our daughter didn't need to hear it."Ethan. Olivia." Elizabeth gestured to the couch across from her. "Please. Sit."We sat. I could feel Olivia's tension beside me, her back straight, her hands clas
ETHANRichard called the next morning with a name."Eleanor Vance's granddaughter is named Margaret. Margaret Vance. She lives in Portland, Oregon. Never married, no children. Works as a librarian at a community college.""A librarian," I repeated. "That's why the handwriting on the envelope looked so careful. She's probably spent her whole life around books.""Probably." Richard paused. "There's something else. I did a background check. She's clean. No criminal record, no connections to Marcus or Thorne or anyone else we've been dealing with. She's just a woman who lives alone and keeps to herself.""Then why is she sending photographs to my wife?""I don't know. But I think you should ask her yourself."I hung up and walked to the kitchen, where Olivia was making breakfast. She looked up when she saw my face."What is it?""Richard found her. Margaret Vance. She lives in Portland."Olivia set down the spatula. "Portland. That's across the country.""I know."She was quiet for a mome
OLIVIAThe photograph sat on the kitchen counter for three days before I did anything about it. I told myself I was busy the entire time. There was the Eden campaign, which had entered its final phase and needed my attention. There was Grace, who had decided that sleep was optional and spent most nights crying until I rocked her back into submission. There was Marcus, still out there, still silent, still a shadow that stretched across everything I did.But the truth was simpler. I was afraid of what I might find.Ethan had asked Richard to look into Eleanor Vance, and Richard had promised to dig through the family records. He'd called twice with updates, neither of them helpful. Eleanor had been a private woman. She'd lived alone for most of her life, had no known friends, and had left almost no paper trail. The only thing Richard had found was a death certificate and a deed to a house in upstate New York that had been sold decades ago."She's a ghost," Richard said. "Whatever she kne












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