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Chapter 81: Lincoln’s POV
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It’s been a few days without any intel on Jessie. Part of me was starting to feel anxious while the other part felt worried. It was hard to deal with my emotions at times. I genuinely fell in love in love with Jessie until I heard her last name - Adler. Then I felt a boiling hatred and resentment that I’d felt before and I turned it all towards her in one fellow swoop.Was it truly her fault? No.But someone had to suffer the consequences of my father’s death and with her father’s untimely death and my mother’s inability to grief leading up to her death, i was left with only with only one option - their darling daughter.The same daughter who’d lost both parents a short time after my parent’s deaths . Coincidencal - it could be, maybe if money hadn’t been involved. I still partially loved her still. If that’s of any meaning now. I just couldn’t lose sight of avenging my parents first. But I’d also do small gestures here and there. Like finding her grandmothers necklace. I really did
My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 92: Jessie’s POV
After the monumental discovery that I may have a half sister, I decided to call it a night. Lincoln asked that Ivy take a photo of the document before reinserting it into my grandmother’s necklace again. He wanted to further investigate this and possibly meet with this woman to ask her a few questions about her previous relationship with my father.But I was more focused at the moment on the heirloom that lay cracked open like a walnut right in front of me. A necklace so sacred to me, tarnished by my own husband. To think he’d ever have some sort of decency in anything of importance to me; was foolish of me. He’s resented me since the moment we married. And that resentment had only blossomed into full-on hatred - over something that didn’t happen the way he was told it had - over a fabrication by one’s self-deflection. But that not what bothers me most. What bothers me most is how much effort he put into hiding this document. A partial government issued birth certificate with another
My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 91: Lincoln’s POV
“Blaire?” I say in a confused voice as I look at the document sitting carefully “That’s what it says. The question is who is Blaire? And why did Alan have this?” Ivy says with furrowed brows as she stares at Jessie’s back. Jessie’s had her back turned to us both as she stared out the window into the night. She just found out that there’s a birth certificate that seems to be authentic with her father’s name of it and it’s not hers. And her husband, for some odd reason, has had it for some time now. Not only that, but he even went to the lengths to hide it within her grandmother’s family heirloom that was lost for years after her death. All after she was attacked, nearly assaulted and killed her attacker in self-defense. Jessie was distraught. Disturbed and devastated. I don’t know when the breaking point will come but I have been repeatedly astonished by her strength and that she still standing - even now. “Ivy, you still have that connection to that familial match company’s soft
My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 90: Jessie’s POV
The paper feels weightless in my hand, but somehow it anchors me to the table like gravity’s chosen me alone. I can’t breathe. The name—my father’s name—stares back at me from the torn edge of the certificate. My pulse stutters. No. No, that can’t be right.My father didn’t have any other children. I was an only child. I never had a sister?The edges of my vision blur as I run my thumb across the paper’s worn surface. It’s real—aged, brittle, with that faint musty scent of old ink and time. I can see the official seal, faint but unmistakable. It isn’t just a document—it’s proof of something I never knew existed.A name - Blaire . My father’s name. Side by side.And the date…I read it twice, then a third time, trying to make the numbers behave, to make them fit into my life as I know it. But they don’t. They can’t. She was born just before my father proposed to my mother.“Jessie,” Lincoln says softly, breaking through the fog in my head. His hand hovers near mine, hesitant, like he’
My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 89: Ivy’s POV
I wait patiently for Jessie’s response. The silence between us feels fragile, like a held breath. I wouldn’t dare pressure her into doing anything that might fracture the integrity of something so personal and sacred. This pendant wasn’t just a trinket—it was a heartbeat, the last pulse of a life she’d once had. All I could do was offer an alternative, a bridge between truth and the unbearable unknown.If Jessie doesn’t want to know—or worse, isn’t ready—then that’s her choice alone. I remind myself of that, even as I catch Lincoln’s furrowed brow in the corner of my eye. His worry is different from mine. I’m afraid of breaking her heart; he’s afraid she won’t be safe if she refuses to face what’s inside.But Jessie doesn’t notice either of us. Her gaze is locked on the pendant resting in her palms, and in that moment, she looks both achingly fragile and impossibly strong. The sadness in her eyes is laced with tenderness—the kind you reserve for a memory you can’t bear to lose. She cr
My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 88: Jessie’s POV
After Lincoln and Ivy cleared the pizzas and crumpled paper plates from the bedside table, I felt my stomach twist. I knew Ivy would want an update—she’d been watching me the whole night with that mix of concern and curiosity she couldn’t hide. Lincoln hadn’t told her much; he’d been too focused on making sure I didn’t fall apart. “So… how are you, Jessie?” Ivy asked gently, sliding closer with concern. Her voice was soft, but her eyes searched my face like she expected cracks to appear and she wanted to patch them up the moment they did. “I’m doing better,” I said, even though the word felt like a lie. My chest tightened and I shifted, cradling my arm against the sling. “I have a broken clavicle, fractured scapula, and a few broken ribs… but I’m healing.” The next part clawed its way up my throat. “I just hope I’m not indicted for murder.” The word murder burned as it left my tongue, like something toxic I shouldn’t have spoken aloud. I blinked hard, trying to chase away the panic t
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