All Chapters of FAKE HUSBAND, REAL TWIN: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Sarah’s POVThe smell of grilled chicken filled the air, mingling with the faint sound of cartoon laughter from the living room. Emily stood beside me at the kitchen island, chopping vegetables like a pro while I stirred the pot on the stove. The kitchen was warm, lively, and full of the kind of chaos I had grown to cherish.“I swear, if Nora teaches Alex one more dramatic line from those princess movies, I’m telling her you and Adrian will leave her alone for a week,” Emily said, tossing sliced peppers into a bowl.I laughed. “She probably learned it from you. You’re the one who let them watch Frozen three times in one day.”Emily rolled her eyes. “That was self-defense. They ambushed me before coffee.”From the living room, we could hear the kids yelling excitedly about who was winning their game of “magic couch lava.” Their laughter echoed off the walls, blending seamlessly into the cozy rhythm of the evening.The front door opened and shut, followed by the unmistakable sound of tw

Sarah’s POVThe evening was winding down, and the ballroom had nearly emptied, leaving only the Blackwood family and a few close friends behind.Nora, her energy still unspent, was twirling around in her dress, pulling Alex along as he whined, clearly ready to call it a night.Lily, on the other hand, had long fallen asleep in a corner of the room.“Mom, I’m so tired! Can we go home now?” Alex’s voice was small, a mixture of exhaustion and stubbornness.Emily, who had been standing quietly by the exit, gave a soft laugh before stepping forward. “I’ll take them home. You guys stay and relax a bit longer.”“Thanks, Em,” I said, grateful. I bent down to kiss Nora on the forehead, smiling at Alex. “Get some rest. We’ll see you later.”“You too!” Nora called as she skipped ahead, the last burst of her youthful energy guiding her.Emily took the kids by the hand, while the driver carried Lily, leading them away and leaving us alone. The quietness of the room settled over us, and I felt a s

Adrian’s POVI got out of the study later than I had expected. After sending the kids away with Tasha and Julian, I was able to get some work done. The sound of laughter filtered through the hallway before I even reached the living room. It was soft, light, the kind that told me Sarah was trying to be okay—even if she wasn’t quite there yet.I stepped into the room to find her curled up on the couch, a throw blanket draped over her lap, and Emily perched on the armrest of the single-seater with a glass of wine in hand.“Hey,” I greeted, my eyes finding Sarah’s first. “You’re back.”Sarah looked up, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Hey. We just got in a little while ago.”Emily raised her glass in a mock salute. “Your girl here made quite the impression.”Sarah let out a nervous laugh. “Please don’t exaggerate.”“I’m not,” Emily said, grinning. “They practically wanted to bottle her strength and sell it.”I watched Sarah carefully. She was trying to play along, but I could see it—t

Adrian’s POVThe house had quieted into that soft lull that always came after a good meal and a long evening of laughter. Tasha was putting the kids to bed upstairs, and Emily and Neville had moved to the porch with Julian’s friend, deep in a conversation about photography and travel.I stood in the kitchen rinsing dessert plates, not because I needed to, but because the silence gave me space to think.Julian appeared beside me, grabbing a towel without a word. We moved in sync—me washing, him drying—the way siblings who had survived the same household often did. No need for instructions. No need for pleasantries.Unlike other rich people we saw growing up, Dad didn't like us having strangers around the house, hence we'd had to learn household chores. The only person who'd managed to gain his trust was Clara who raised me when Mum passed. We finished the last plate, and he leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, his expression a little heavier than it had been earlier.“I got

Adrian’s POVThe halls hadn’t changed. Same polished floors. Same chandelier that always felt like it was trying too hard. Same echo of footsteps that once made me feel small. But today, I wasn’t walking in alone—and that made all the difference.Sarah walked beside me, her steps quiet, but her presence grounding. Nora held her hand, skipping a little every few steps, curiosity flickering in her eyes. Julian trailed behind us, his silence heavy but steady.I looked down at Sarah. She gave me a faint, steady smile. One that said, I’m here. One that I didn’t realize I’d needed.We turned the familiar corner that led to my father’s study.The old man was seated near the window, propped up by cushions, sunlight framing the edges of his face like a spotlight for someone who no longer knew how to play the lead. His frame looked thinner, more fragile. And yet his eyes still held that same sharp glint—the one that had once cut me without saying a word.When he looked up and saw me, there was