All Chapters of FAKE HUSBAND, REAL TWIN: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Sarah’s POVThe air outside the courthouse carried a crispness that felt oddly symbolic—like the first breath of freedom after a long battle. The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden light over the steps where we stood. Emily’s shoulders, once heavy with tension, slowly began to ease. She exhaled a long breath, her eyes closed for a moment as if savoring the weight lifting from her spirit.“It’s over,” I whispered, squeezing her hand.Emily gave a small, breathy laugh, one that was equal parts disbelief and quiet joy. “Yeah. It is.”Adrian was already making arrangements. He stepped away to take a call, his voice low but firm. A few moments later, he returned and placed a reassuring hand on Emily’s shoulder.“I’ve sent some people to gather your things from Rome’s house,” he said gently. “You don’t need to go back there.”Emily’s lips parted slightly, her brows drawing together. “But I—”“You’re staying with us,” Adrian said firmly. “At least until you figure out your next steps. Y

Sarah's POVThe weight of Michael’s message lingered long after Adrian left for his study. Even now, as I sat beneath the jacaranda tree, my mind spun with memories I had long buried.I barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching until Adrian sat beside me. He didn’t speak right away. He just waited—like he always did when he knew I needed time.I exhaled, the words sitting heavy on my chest. “You heard.”He nodded. “Emily told me. What did he say?”My fingers tightened in my lap. “He… he wants to see Nora.”Adrian’s jaw tensed, his entire body stiffening. “Did he say why?”I swallowed. “He says he’s changed. That he wants a chance to be in her life.”Adrian scoffed. “Now? After all these years? After everything he put you through?”I felt my throat tighten. “I don’t know what to do, Adrian.”He reached for my hands, gently prying them apart so he could hold them in his. “You don’t owe him anything, Sarah. He has no rights to Nora.”I hesitated. “I know. But… he’s her father.

Sarah’s POVThe house was quiet.Emily and her kids were asleep, and Julian was staying the night out.Nora had fallen asleep in Adrian’s arms during bedtime stories, and he'd tucked her in like always—soft smile on his face, even after everything that happened earlier. I was curled up on the couch now, knees hugged to my chest, a blanket draped over me. My hair was still slightly damp from a quick shower, but the ache in my chest had nothing to do with fatigue.Adrian came into the room with two mugs of chamomile tea. He handed one to me without a word and sat beside me, close enough that our knees touched.For a few minutes, we just sat there in silence, the weight of the day slowly settling.And then, softly, I said, “I thought I was going to break again.”He turned toward me, eyes gentle. “But you didn’t.”“I know,” I whispered. “That’s what’s strange. I thought seeing him would send me spiraling like last time. That the fear would come back… the shaking, the flashbacks, the guilt

Sarah’s POVI couldn't sleep.The atmosphere was too beautiful to waste on sleeping, so I struck up a conversation just as I felt Adrian nodding off beside me.“Do you want to go for a walk? The moon looks nicely bright,” I whispered in his ear.He stirred, turning slightly toward me. “Now?”“Just for a little while,” I said. “Please.”He opened his eyes, gave me a groggy but indulgent smile, and nodded. “Give me two minutes.”I slipped on my sweater and socks while he pulled on a hoodie and sneakers. We crept out of the cabin like teenagers sneaking out after curfew, careful not to wake Nora. The air outside was crisp but gentle, and the sky was a velvet canvas scattered with stars. The moon hung low and full, casting silver light across the lake.We walked in silence at first, the sound of leaves crunching beneath our feet the only interruption. I took his hand and he gave mine a reassuring squeeze.“I used to dream about places like this when I was little,” I said quietly. “Peacefu

Sarah’s POVThe house was quiet when I woke up the next morning. Adrian had left early for work, and Nora was already off to school. I stood at the kitchen counter, sipping my coffee, the warmth of the mug comforting as the cool morning air drifted in from the open window. It felt like the calm after a storm, the kind of peace I hadn’t realized I was craving.Emily was sitting on the couch when I walked into the living room, her legs tucked underneath her, a blanket draped over her lap. The silence between us was still new as we'd only really started getting to know each other.“How are you holding up?” I asked, setting my coffee mug down on the table and sitting across from her.She gave a soft, almost relieved sigh. "I don’t think I ever really knew what peace felt like until now," she said, her voice low but steady. "I spent so many years just... surviving. And then, when the divorce happened, I thought I’d lose myself in it all. But now, being here, having time to breathe, I feel