บททั้งหมดของ Married to my sister's husband : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Ryder's Pov The letter was already in the hands of my investigator. Now, all I could do was wait. Wait for the kidnappers to make their next move and to tell me what to do next. What I knew I would never do was to allow Ophelia to go and meet the kidnapper with the money.I will never risk her and our babies' lives. I would find another way.If luck is on my side, my team will analyze the damn letter and find something useful before he reaches out to us.The weight of it all settled like a stone in my chest as I paced in Alice’s house. Ophelia sat stiffly on the couch, her arms wrapped around herself, lost in thought.I could tell she was trying to hold it together, but the moment I stopped moving and looked at her, I saw the quiet devastation in her eyes. I had to fix this. I had to bring back the joy in her eyes. Her eyes had lost all the happiness and she was more quiet lately. My phone buzzed. I grabbed it immediately, hoping for an update from my investigator. But when I

Ophelia's Pov Desmond and Ryder shared a glance between themselves.“He is the owner of the fingerprint in it,” Ryder said and my eyes left the picture and fell on him.“How? Why would his fingerprint be on the letter?” I asked.The tension in the room thickened as Ryder’s words lingered in the air. I stared at the picture of Paul Waters, the man who had once been so important to Olivia and obsessed with her. Now he was tied to all of this betrayal and mystery. I couldn’t fathom why his fingerprint would be on the letter.Desmond leaned forward, his voice low and measured. “We don't know yet. But we have a few leads to follow. So we are looking to. It is possible he has been involved in everything from the start, or maybe even helping Olivia orchestrate all this.”I felt a shiver run down my spine. The realization hit me hard— Olivia might not have been acting alone, she might have had the help of her ex. There was someone else behind the curtain, pulling the strings, and Paul Wate

Ophelia's Pov My breath lodged in my throat. My universe tilted, and for a moment, everything blurred before me."No," I whispered, attempting to shake my head as though refusing the truth would retract what Paul had just said to me.“Oh, Ophelia." Paul chuckled menacingly. "You are so innocent. So desperate for love, for acceptance. Olivia knew exactly how to play you.”I tightened my fists, my nails piercing the skin of my palms. "You are lying."His smile broadened. "Am I?"I felt like screaming, like insisting on answers, but I made myself remain calm. Ryan. I needed to think about Ryan first."Why are you telling me this now?" I insisted, trying to keep my voice firm.Paul's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Because I need you to know the truth before this is finished. Before I claim what is mine."I bristled. "Ryan is not yours."He laughed once more, head shaking. "Oh, darling. You still don't understand, do you? I never cared about the kid. I cared about control. Power. Money.

Ophelia's Pov That night, I was discharged and we went home. On getting home there was a little welcome party for Ryan organized by Sandra. Mum, Jacob, Sandra, and Desmond were there already.Fatigue clung to my frame like a heavy blanket by the time we arrived home, but I set aside the desire to fall. The golden glow of the living room lamps welcomed us, and the soft hum of conversation drifted toward me as we walked in."Surprise!"Ryan blinked, his pinhead eyes stretching wide as he took in the decorations— blue and white balloons attached to table legs, a small cake sitting on the table, and a homemade sign reading ‘Welcome Home, Ryan!’ in bold, happy letters. Sandra came over, her own face sporting a look of sheepishness. "I thought he should have something after all that he had endured."My chest tightened as I soaked it all in. The soft but significant ornamentation, the affection of those around us, and the gentle way Sandra clasped Ryan like she was trying to comfort him i

Ophelia's Pov The sun burst through the curtains and illuminated the bedroom with a warm golden hue. I hadn't slept at all. Regardless of how many times I attempted to shut my eyes, Ryan's screams haunted me, screaming repeatedly in my head. His tiny hands had clasped me all night, and even now, as I inched cautiously to check on him, his tiny fingers gripped tightly in fear that he would lose me.I smoothed out his curls, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. "I am here, baby."He stirred slightly but didn't wake.Ryder was up already, in the armchair by the window, sitting there with an unreadable face."You didn't sleep either?" I whispered to him.He breathed deeply and ran his hand through his hair. "I didn't. I had to make sure you two were okay."I nodded. We were both running on fumes of anxiety and fatigue.And today, I was not moving. I was home with Ryan, keeping him safe.*****The morning passed quietly, and I thanked God. I made Ryan's favorite breakfast of chocolate