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My Husband’s Twin Brother Is Back For Revenge Chapter Forty One
OLIVIAI called Margaret the next morning.She answered on the second ring, her voice cautious. "Hello?""Margaret? It's Olivia Reynard. Ethan's wife."A pause. "I know who you are.""I wanted to thank you. For the photographs. For reaching out.""I wasn't sure you'd call.""I wasn't sure I would either." I took a breath. "We met with Elizabeth. She told us everything. About Thomas. About the lies."Margaret was quiet for a long moment. When she spoke, her voice was thick. "She told you the truth?""She did. And I think you deserve to hear it too. In person. From her.""I don't know if I can face her.""I understand. But I wanted to invite you to something. Grace's first birthday party. It's next weekend, in New York. I know it's short notice, and I know we've never met, but you're family. You should be there."The silence stretched on. I could hear Margaret breathing on the other end of the line."I'll think about it," she said finally."That's all I ask."We hung up, and I set the p
My Husband’s Twin Brother Is Back For Revenge Chapter Forty
OLIVIAThe 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
My Husband’s Twin Brother Is Back For Revenge Chapter Thirty Nine
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
My Husband’s Twin Brother Is Back For Revenge Chapter Thirty Eight
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
My Husband’s Twin Brother Is Back For Revenge Chapter Thirty Seven
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
My Husband’s Twin Brother Is Back For Revenge Chapter Thirty Six
OLIVIAThe letter arrived on a Tuesday.I was at the kitchen table, going through emails for the Eden campaign, when the doorman called up to say there was something for me. Not a package, he said. A letter. Hand-delivered, no return address, but the envelope looked personal.I felt the familiar prickle of fear. Hand-delivered. No return address. Those were the same words that had accompanied the box with the photograph, the one with See you soon written on the back."Send it up," I said.Webb brought it to me. He'd checked it for explosives, for powders, for anything suspicious. It was clean. Just a plain white envelope with my name written in careful handwriting I didn't recognize.I opened it slowly.Inside was a photograph. Black and white, old and creased, the kind of picture that had been passed down through generations. It showed a woman standing in front of a house, her face partially obscured by the shadow of a wide-brimmed hat. Beside her was a man in a suit, tall and thin,
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