All Chapters of Mistaken Identity : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Avery’s POV The word boyfriend hit her like a jolt of electricity. They knew about Asher. They knew who he was. They knew he would come for her. The thought terrified her even more. She did not want Asher walking into a trap.“Please,” she said, clutching her ribs. Every breath hurt. “Do not hurt my sons or Asher. They have nothing to do with this.”The taller man stepped closer. His voice carried an emotionless chill. “You are not giving us what we want.”“I do not have it,” she cried. “You have to believe me. I do not even know where to begin looking.”Silence wrapped around her like a noose. Her heartbeat became the loudest sound in the room.“Then you are useless,” the first man said. “And useless people do not live long.”Her heart dropped. “Please. Wait. Listen to me. I can help you look. I can talk to someone. I can try. Just do not kill me.”He stepped forward. “Let’s try this again, shall we?”“You’re Avery Wellesley,” the man said, his voice too calm. “The woman Henry Welle

Avery's POVShe remembered the suspicion she had ignored. Rachel’s perfume on Kelvin’s shirt. His irritation whenever she questioned him. The way he always left the room to answer phone calls. All the signs she pushed aside because she believed in what they used to have.Then came the night he ended everything.She remembered the numbness. The heartbreak. The humiliation when he asked her to pack her things and leave. She remembered walking aimlessly through the city, not wanting to go home to an empty apartment that would remind her of the last two years wasted on a lie.And then she remembered walking into the bar.Her heart hammered loudly in her chest now, sitting in the present, as flashes of the past burst alive behind her eyelids.The bar.The dim lights.The warm hum of voices.She saw herself again, sitting alone at the counter, rain still clinging to her hair and clothes after Kelvin’s brutal breakup. Tears had blurred everything in front of her. She remembered gripping h

Avery’s POV The woman swallowed hard, guilt tightening her voice. “Someone else… someone working against Henry must have known about the meeting. They must have been watching. And when I didn’t arrive, they mistook you for me.”A chill crawled down Avery’s back.“They took you from the bar,” the woman said softly. “lead you to the hotel room I was meant to enter. You were drunk, confused… and they thought you were me.”Avery’s eyes widened, a helpless whisper escaping her. “But the accident…”The woman nodded slowly, grief tightening her jaw. “The van. The hit. That part wasn’t meant for you either. They were targeting me because of what Henry gave me. But you were the one they followed that night.”Avery felt her stomach twist. Her breath came in shallow gasps.“I had no idea who you were,” the woman added, tears filling her eyes. “I only knew that someone had survived the accident. I didn’t know your name. I didn’t know your story.”Avery stared at her, unable to speak, unable to b

Asher’s POVAsher stared at her, breath caught in his throat, as if the world had paused just to let her words sink in.Pregnant.The soft echo of that single word seemed to linger in the air long after Avery spoke it.Her eyes were wide, unfocused, almost dazed. Her lips parted slightly as though she herself could not believe what she had just said. Her fingers drifted down to touch her stomach in an unconscious, gentle motion, like someone seeking reassurance that what they realized was real and not imagined.Asher’s heart began pounding in a slow, heavy rhythm that made it difficult to breathe. He moved closer without realizing it.Avery licked her lips nervously. “I just realized,” she said softly. “It hit me when I felt the nausea earlier. And then I counted. The days. The symptoms. It makes sense now.”The room around him faded into a distant blur. The hum of the machines, the faint footsteps in the hallway, even the soft breathing of the boys asleep on the couch. All of it shra

Avery's POV Dinner at the Storm mansion was nothing like Avery remembered dinners being. They weren’t stiff or quiet or awkward, filled with measured words and judging glances. No, this was something else entirely. The long oak table was crowded, the air warm with laughter and the smell of roasted chicken and garlic bread. Glasses clinked. Kael had already spilled his juice twice. Neal and Noel were giggling about a secret joke only they understood, and Georgia had her hair tied in a loose bun, her smile softer than Avery had ever seen.Asher sat beside Avery, his hand brushing hers every now and then beneath the table, a silent reassurance that she still hadn’t imagined it all, that this was her life now. Her real life.Laurel was seated across from her, cutting up Kael’s chicken while the boy alternated between chattering and shoving bread into his mouth. He was a sweet kid, smart, and a little shy when he’d first arrived. But tonight, he seemed to belong as naturally as the oth