LOGINChapter 172Cynthia’s POVThe drive back to the Walker mansion was quiet in a way that felt heavy rather than peaceful. The city lights blurred past my windshield, reflections stretching and breaking across the glass like fractured thoughts — much like the ones swirling endlessly in my mind.Ethan sat beside me, unusually silent.Not the brooding silence I had grown used to during our marriage, not the cold, dismissive quiet that used to fill the space between us like a wall. This was different. This was exhaustion. Shock. A man who had just learned that the foundation of his entire life had been built on a lie.I glanced at him briefly, careful not to stare. His head was leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, jaw clenched. He looked pale, drained, like someone who had been hollowed out from the inside.“Ethan,” I said softly, breaking the silence. “What happened to Anna?”His eyes opened slowly, and for a moment I thought he might not answer. Then he exhaled.“She’s in jail,” he
Chapter 171 Ethan’s POV Grace is not my mother. The words echoed in my head over and over again, like a broken record I couldn’t shut off no matter how hard I tried. They didn’t make sense. They couldn’t make sense. My brain kept rejecting them, pushing them away, trying to replace them with memories that suddenly felt unreliable, distorted. Grace Walker was my mother. She had always been my mother. She was the woman who scolded me when I scraped my knees as a child, who stood stiffly at my school events, who praised my achievements in public and punished my failures in private. She was the woman who stood beside my father at every formal dinner, every corporate gala, every board meeting photo op. She was the woman who raised me, controlled me, shaped me. And now I was being told she wasn’t my mother. I stared down at the test results again, as if the letters might rearrange themselves if I looked long enough, if I stared hard enough. But they didn’t. They remained crue
Chapter 170 Cynthia’s POV I ran away from Ethan and Bryan, trying to erase whatever I’d just heard. There was no way he meant what he said. Bryan had hated me right with Ethan three years ago. I didn’t want to be caught in the middle of whatever fight—or another stretch of unspoken tension—was brewing between them. I went back into the hospital in a secluded spot and called Amber. I needed to hear Amber’s voice. I needed that small reminder that at least one thing in this entire mess was safe, warm, and untouched by secrets and blood and betrayal. “Mom!” Amber’s voice burst through the line, bright and excited, so full of life it made my chest ache. “Mom, guess what!” I smiled despite myself, moving toward a quieter corner of the corridor. “Hi, baby. Guess what?” “I’m in a very huggeeee mansion!” he practically shouted. “It’s so big, Mom. Like… really big. Bigger than Dad’s house. Uncle Kevin says the land has been used to be their family home for generations.” I leaned agai
Chapter 169 Cynthia’s POV The car smelled faintly like Ethan. Leather. His cologne. Something warm and familiar that tightened my chest the moment I opened the door. I reached into the console and found my phone immediately, right where I’d left it. The screen lit up in my hand, dozens of messages waiting to be acknowledged, but I didn’t have the strength to look at them yet. I just needed to breathe. To exist outside the hospital walls for a moment. I stepped back and closed the car door… And nearly screamed. “Jesus, Bryan!” I gasped, clutching my chest as I stared at him. “What are you doing here?” He stood right in front of me, close enough that I hadn’t noticed him until the door shut. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his sweater, posture relaxed but eyes sharp, attentive. Watching me. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said quickly. “I just… wanted to check on you. Make sure you were okay.” I frowned slightly. “You followed me?” “I followed the situation,” he co
Chapter 168Bryan’s POVIt was the first time I had ever been forced to sit with my thoughts for that long without a distraction, and it was hell.Hospitals did that to you. They stripped you down. Just white walls, the low hum of machines, and the unbearable weight of everything you had refused to admit to yourself.I knew they were looking at me.Ethan, with that sharp, territorial stare he had been perfecting all night. Cynthia, with confusion flickering behind her tired eyes, probably wondering why I was still there, why I hadn’t left when the doctor said we could go home. Why I had stayed through the night like I had a claim to any of this.The truth?I had stayed because leaving would have felt like surrender.And I didn’t lose. Not like that.But God… watching her sleep on his shoulder had nearly broken me.The image burned itself into my mind. Cynthia curled into Ethan’s side, her body instinctively seeking him even in exhaustion, even after everything he had done to her. As i
Chapter 167 Cynthia’s POV I noticed Bryan wasn’t leaving and I guess Ethan noticed it too. Ethan leaned back against the wall, arms folded loosely, eyes sharp despite the exhaustion tugging at his features. “So,” he said casually, too casually, “why aren’t you leaving?” Bryan didn’t look at him. “Do I need a reason?” Ethan scoffed. “You’re not exactly subtle. You’ve been hovering all night.” Bryan finally turned his head, irritation flashing across his face. “I’m not hovering.” “You are,” Ethan replied flatly. “And you shouldn’t be this concerned about other people’s business. Especially not their marriage.” The word marriage landed awkwardly in the space between us. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my fingers curling into the fabric of my coat. Something was off between the two of them. It felt like a fracture that had existed long before I returned, one that had only widened with my presence. Bryan’s jaw tightened. “I’m concerned because everything happening here affe







