Todos los capítulos de THE REMARRIED HEIRESS : Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

CATALINARalph immediately ran to Dante's bed, hugging him tightly, as if he hadn't seen Dante for decades. I slapped his back for choking my husband to death. He survived the bullet, but now Ralph is choking him with his worries and love.“Ralph, he's injured,” I warned him. He looked at me and just saw tears streaming out of his eyes. He's crying. He ran to me, spreading his arms, ready to choke me with his love and worry. I stepped back, too scared to get near him, but before he could reach me, Dante's leg raised and kicked Ralph on his stomach, away from me.“Dude.” He whined, sniffing the snot back to his nostrils.“Act like an adult, Ralph. The kid is watching,” Dante said with an irritated tone.Ralph suddenly stops weeping. “Kid?” He looked around and saw Chen watching him while munching his takoyaki. “You–” He gazes at us with an accusing look. “You already have a child?!”“He's not mi–” I paused and hesitated. I bit my inner gum at the thought of saying he's not mine, whic

CATALINAMy eyelids were heavy and felt stitched together, but then came the light. A soft, honeyed light leaked through the velvet darkness behind my lashes. I slowly opened my eyes and the white ceiling comes into focus first, with sparkling chandeliers, and the soft buzz of the air-conditioning. I knew this room. I'm in our bedroom.Then I heard a low and steady voice.“Lina?”Dante…I turned my head, and there he was, my husband, sitting on the edge of the bed with his weary eyes darting on mine. I felt his hand in mine, holding me tight like he’d never let it go.“Hey,” I whispered, but my throat was dry.His expression shattered into something tender and raw. “You scared me.”Everything rushed back into place. The dizziness, that moment in the kitchen where everything tilted, and then… black. Everything went black.“What happened?” I asked, trying to sit up.“Don’t,” he said quickly, pushing a pillow behind me. “You collapsed. The doctor said it was stress and low blood pressur

CATALINA I froze in my seat with my breath catching in my throat from the second I saw him holding the flash drive. That small flash drive dangled from his fingers like a pendulum of doom. The one I thought I’d hidden well enough. My pulse quickened, echoing in my ears louder than the last as his brow was furrowed in confusion while he turned the drive over, examining it like a puzzle piece that didn’t belong. I gulp, suddenly all too aware of how dry my mouth was. If he opened the files... if he saw what was on there… Should I tell him now? But he's still not healed. I don't want to stress him while he is still enduring the pain in his chest. I forced a smile onto my face, steadying my voice as I stepped forward. “Oh, I think that’s mine, love,” I said casually with my eyes fixed on the flash drive in his hand like it was live ammunition. He turned to me, with surprise on his face. “This? I thought it looked familiar,” he said, holding it out without suspicion. I walke

CATALINAThe next day, the three of us set out earlier than usual, drawn by a trail recommended by one of the resort staff, a lesser-known path near the Craters of the Moon geothermal park, promising fewer crowds and misty, cinematic views.Dante packed a small day bag, granola bars, water bottles, and Chen’s dinosaur-shaped fruit snacks while I laced Chen’s tiny hiking boots.The trail wound through thick ferns and towering trees, the scent of moss and earth rich with promise. As we reached a small clearing with views of steaming vents and rolling hills beyond, we sat on a fallen log. Dante handed me a water bottle and settled beside me, while Chen busied himself stacking twigs into what he called a ‘dino nest.’“You’ve been quiet,” he said gently.I took a breath. “Just... breathing it in. I forgot what that felt like.”He reached for my hand. “Is it bad that I don’t want to go back?”I smiled faintly. “Not bad. Just honest.” Chen ran up, beaming. “Auntie! Come see the eggs I foun

CATALINAI watched him without blinking. His jaw was set tight, too tight, as he read through the contents of the flash drive on my laptop. The only sound in the room was the tick of the wall clock and the restless sigh he let out.Each word seemed heavier than the last. I could see it in how his shoulders curled inward like the weight of each sentence was chiseling itself into his bones. I felt sick because I knew what it would do to him. Dante believed in loyalty as if it were a religion. And now the altar was burning. He didn’t speak. His hands trembled once, just once, and then steadied, like a man preparing for war. I took a slow breath and stepped closer, placing my palm on his back. I didn’t ask if he was okay. He wasn’t. I just stayed there, the only thing at that moment I could offer was presence.The silence between us was heavy with realization. The world had shifted, and nothing would be the same again.He turned to me with furrowed brows. My pulse quickened at how he l