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Chapter Sixteen

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last update Data de publicação: 2026-08-14 23:41:58

CALLAHAN

The prison hallway smelled like antiseptic and urine, a combination I'd grown used to over the years. I walked with my hands clasped behind my back, my footsteps echoing off the concrete walls and my face carefully neutral. The guard beside me was young and fresh out of the academy, with so much eager energy that hadn't yet been worn down by the reality of this place.

I'd been coming here for years. I knew the layout and the routines, and the faces of the guards and inmates alike. But
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  • 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,

  • My Husband’s Twin Brother Is Back For Revenge   Chapter Thirty Five

    OLIVIAThe days after Cross's death passed in a blur of phone calls and dead ends.Callahan called every morning with an update. The investigation into Cross's murder was ongoing, but there was little to go on. The motel had no security cameras, the room had been wiped clean, and the only witness was a night clerk who hadn't seen anything. Marcus had vanished again, and this time he'd left a body behind.I tried to focus on work, but the Eden campaign felt like a distant concern. I went through the motions, answering emails, joining conference calls, revising copy that didn't matter. Nigel noticed. He called me twice to check in, his voice careful, his questions gentle. I told him I was fine. He didn't believe me, but he didn't push.Ethan spent most of his time on the phone with Richard, with Webb, with a private investigator who had been tracking Marcus's movements for weeks. The investigator had a theory. Marcus wasn't just running. He was planning something. Something big."What k

  • My Husband’s Twin Brother Is Back For Revenge   Chapter Thirty Four

    ETHANThe call with Callahan happened at nine the next morning.I sat at the kitchen table with Olivia beside me, her hand wrapped around a cup of tea she wasn't drinking, her eyes fixed on the phone between us. Callahan's voice came through the speaker, tinny and tired."I'll be honest with you both," he said. "We're stretched thin on this one. Marcus has no known associates left, no financial trail, no digital footprint. He's been off the grid since the day he checked out of that motel. Either he's gotten smarter, or someone's helping him.""Someone like who?" I asked."We don't know. Could be an old friend, could be someone he met inside. We're running down every name we've got, but it's slow going."Olivia leaned forward. "What can we do to help?"Callahan hesitated. "Honestly? Nothing. The best thing you can do is stay where you are and let us handle it.""That's not acceptable."I looked at her. There was something different in her voice, something I hadn't heard in weeks. It wa

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