All Chapters of Mistaken Identity : Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

Laurel’s POV Laurel took a shaky breath, her fingers curling slightly. Her throat was tight, words catching somewhere between her heart and her lips. But she pushed through anyway. “I have the documents to prove that I didn’t take the money,” she began, her voice trembling. “I kept them hidden. Backups of files, emails, transaction logs. Everything. If I show you, you’ll see I was set up. I… I never meant to run, not like that. I just… I didn’t know who to trust anymore.” She started to explain.She could see Georgia’s expression soften further, though her eyes held a wisdom Laurel couldn’t quite understand yet. A calm understanding, like she had already heard more than Laurel realized.Her hand drifted toward the device tucked tightly in the back pocket of her jeans. “If I could just show you…”But before her fingers could even close around the phone, Georgia gently raised a hand, her palm open in a soft, graceful gesture that halted Laurel mid-motion.“You need to rest, dear,” Geo

Avery’s POVAsher waited patiently as she gathered her thoughts. Her fingers played with the edge of her sweater, the fabric suddenly too warm, too heavy.“After dropping the boys off to school, I went to the estate,” she began softly after a few heartbeats. “It looked the same. Cold. Beautiful. And still… so unfamiliar. Like I didn’t belong there.”Asher said nothing, letting her speak at her own pace.“The maid let me in. She didn’t even flinch when she saw me, like she was expecting someone who didn’t belong, though she was surprised. Vivian was on her way out, of course she was. She looked at me like I was a smudge on her shoe.” She Continued.Asher let out a low breath, already frowning. “I don’t like that woman.”She gave him a small, dry smile. “Neither do I. But this time… something was different in the way she treated me, so I confronted her.” She said. Avery had no plans of confronting Vivian or even Joanna that day. She had come majorly to speak with grandfather Wellesley,

Avery’s POVThen suddenly, Asher leaned back slightly, a mixture of wonder and seriousness in his face as he looked at her.His jaw worked as if searching for the right words. “Avery, do you mean that? Because I’d do anything for those boys. Anything to protect them. If it means legally making them mine, I’ll do it in a heartbeat. Not out of obligation. But because I already love them. I already see them as mine. But this… this is big.” He said in a slow voice as if talking to a child.She nodded, her voice firm. She was more sure of this now, more than ever. “I know it is. But I don’t trust anyone else. And I trust you with them.” She said, her tone sure without doubts.For a second, Asher just stared at her, stunned into silence. “You… you want me to adopt them?” he muttered, blinking his eyes at her, like he wanted to stop the tears that she could now clearly see, from falling out.“If you’d be willing,” she whispered, running her hand up and down his arm. “You’re already more of

Asher’s POV Asher gave a small nod and knelt in front of Neal, Noel still on his arms. Perhaps if he saw his brother excited, he would warm up to this, he thought.Keeping his voice gentle, he spoke. “Hey, buddy. You’re safe here, alright? I wouldn’t bring you anywhere that wasn’t. I promise.”Noel blinked at him, then slowly, cautiously, released his grip on Avery’s fingers. He didn’t speak, but he gave a small nod of his own, barely there, but it was enough.“That’s my brave boy,” Avery murmured, kissing the top of his head.Asher stood and reached for Avery’s hand, lacing their fingers together. He gave her a reassuring squeeze and glanced down at the boys again. “Let’s go meet Grandma Georgia, yeah?” he muttered.Neal bounced on the balls of his feet, practically glowing. “Do you think she’ll give us cookies?” he asked.Asher laughed, leading the way as they walked toward the grand entrance. “If I know my grandmother, she’ll give you cookies, juice, and a lecture about your postu