บททั้งหมดของ The Secret Wife: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

I lay in the hospital bed, the weight of my choices and the consequences they bore settled heavily on my shoulders. The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in around me, mirroring the sense of unease and uncertainty that swirled within.Cullen and Ignacio's revelations had shattered the fragile illusion I had meticulously built. The truth, raw and unfiltered, hung in the air, lingering like a bitter taste. I had deceived them both, weaving a web of lies that now threatened to unravel completely.The door creaked open, and I turned my gaze to the figure entering the room. It was Cullen, his face etched with a mix of concern and confusion. He approached cautiously, his steps measured, as if unsure of his place in this shattered reality we now found ourselves in."Brielle," he said softly, his voice carrying a mixture of hurt and longing. "I don't even know where to begin. How could you keep such a monumental secret from me?"I struggled to find the words, my throat dry and my mi

Curiosity once again tinged with caution filled my heart as I gingerly unfolded it and began to read the contents."I hope you get comfortable in these. I didn't feel the need to include a sender's name, as it seemed unnecessary. Despite our current circumstances, remember that we are still bound by the terms of our contract. I will fulfill my duties until we return to New York.Cullen."Reading his words, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirled within me. Cullen's message served as a stark reminder of the fragile agreement that had brought us together, the façade we had carefully constructed to serve our own needs. But in the midst of it all, I couldn't deny the genuine concern and sense of responsibility hidden beneath his words. The realization that I had inadvertently dragged him into my tangled web of deceit weighed heavily on my conscience.With a mixture of regret and frustration, I crumpled the note and tossed it into the nearby trash can. I needed to focus on the pres

I turned to face her, a gentle smile on my lips. "Yes, I am. They said I can visit my baby whenever I want until he's discharged."Understanding crossed the nurse's face, and she nodded in acknowledgment. "Of course, it's important to spend time with your little one. Take care, and congratulations again."I managed a faint smile, grateful for her kindness. As I headed toward the hospital's exit, the nurse's words caught me by surprise. "Oh, by the way, your husband's driver is waiting outside to take you home."I paused, a mix of relief and uncertainty washing over me. I resisted the urge to ask which husband she was referring to, not wanting to reveal the tangled web of my life.I didn't want to reveal my confusion, unsure if she meant Cullen or Ignacio. I didn't want to divulge the tangled web I had woven around me, so I followed her lead without asking any further questions.When we reached the entrance, relief washed over me as I spotted the familiar face of Cullen's driver. Sup

Just as I was on the verge of revealing the truth, a knock echoed through the room, interrupting the weighty silence that had settled between Cullen and me."Who's that?" Cullen inquired, his brow furrowing with curiosity."It's me, sir," Cullen's driver's voice resonated from the other side of the door. "I wanted to inform you that Mr. Ignacio just arrived in the building."I felt a pang of anxiety shoot through me. Ignacio's unexpected presence added an extra layer of tension to an already precarious situation. We couldn't afford any missteps now."Oh, we'll be out in a minute," Cullen responded calmly. "He can wait at the lobby or the restaurant.""Alright, sir," the driver acknowledged before retreating from the door.Cullen turned his gaze back to me, his eyes searching mine for answers. "You were about to say something?" he probed, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.My mind raced, torn between the urge to unburden myself and the fear of the consequences that

Despite my hopes for reconciliation, the truth was gradually unfurling its dark tendrils, threatening to unravel the fragile tapestry of our lives.As Cullen handed our son back to me, I embraced him with a mixture of relief and adoration. Little did I know that within that tender exchange, a subtle betrayal was taking place. Unbeknownst to me, Cullen discreetly snipped a few strands of our baby's hair, collecting the vital genetic material needed for a clandestine DNA test. Oblivious to his actions, I bid him farewell with a forced smile, understanding the urgency of his business matters."It's fine, Cullen. I understand," I murmured, trying to mask the apprehension simmering within me.With a gentle kiss on my forehead, he reassured me of his swift return. "I have to go now, but I'll be back soon. Take care of our son," he said, his words laced with a sense of purpose.I watched as he departed, his figure receding into the distance as his vehicle carried him away from the hotel.