Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The atmosphere at the Drake estate was pure joy.Preparations for Adrian and Rita’s wedding were in full swing.Designers paraded their most luxurious gowns and suits through the grand halls.Caterers, florists, and event planners buzzed around, finalizing every exquisite detail for what was expected to be the grandest wedding the city had seen in years.Rita sat quietly next to Adrian's mother, who smiled warmly at her, occasionally offering advice.Adrian, standing proudly at the side, couldn't help but glance at Rita every few minutes — as if making sure she was truly there, his, finally.But far from this happiness, a storm was brewing.At the Crawford residence, Sophie's family had just received a gold-embossed wedding invitation.It was simple but stunning — the names Adrian Drake and Rita Saunders printed elegantly at the center.Sophie had been sipping tea when her father stormed into the room, his face turning a dangerous shade of crimson."What is this mockery?" Mr. Crawford

The news exploded like wildfire.By noon, every major media outlet was broadcasting the shocking footage: Sophie Carter, the pride of the Carter family, caught red-handed trying to kidnap Adrian Drake’s newborn twins.The once-proud Carter name was now dripping in disgrace.The footage of Sophie cursing at the babies, plotting their disappearance, and being arrested in tears looped again and again on television, social media, and private forums.The Drakes made no public comment — they didn’t have to.The evidence spoke for itself.At the Carter mansion, chaos reigned.Mr. Carter — who had built his empire from scratch through years of sweat, blood, and sleepless nights — watched in horror as one partner after another called to cut ties."We trusted your family," one shareholder snapped over the phone, "and now you’ve proven you're incapable of managing even your own household. We cannot risk our reputations being linked to yours!"Another ruthless message followed:"We're pulling out

Days passed since Lydia had met Ethan in the park, but each time she thought about him, a warmth spread in her chest.She hadn’t expected to connect with someone like that so easily — someone who understood the depths of grief without needing to ask. He’d been kind, patient, and without asking for anything in return.It had started with simple conversations, the kind of casual chats that came with time and the building of trust.Ethan would often join her in the park after work. Sometimes they'd walk around the lake, and other times, they'd just sit and watch the world go by, exchanging stories of their pasts.It was in those quiet moments that Lydia began to feel... something she hadn’t felt in a long time — peace.One day, as they were sitting by the lake, watching the sun dip low into the sky, Ethan turned to her with a curious glint in his eyes.“You ever think about the future, Lydia?” he asked, his voice soft but sincere. “What you might want to do with it?”Lydia blinked, caugh

The day had finally arrived.Ethan, dressed in a crisp navy-blue shirt and khakis, nervously adjusted his collar as he paced outside Lydia’s house.Lydia giggled from the window, watching him. “Are you sure your parents will be okay?” she called out.Ethan looked up and flashed a smile. “They're more nervous than I am. My mom made three different casseroles trying to calm down.”Soon, two sleek cars pulled up at the Hartman home. Out stepped Ethan’s parents — Mr. Christopher West and Mrs. Leona West. Sophisticated, proper, and undeniably upper-class.Lydia’s mother, a proud homegrown matriarch who believed in warmth and tradition over pretense, stepped out to greet them in her apron.“Welcome! You must be Ethan’s parents. Come in, come in. Don’t mind the smell — we were just baking banana bread.”Mrs. West blinked. “Banana bread?” She looked pleasantly surprised. “How… quaint.”Lydia’s father gave a small chuckle from the doorway. “Hope you’re hungry.”As everyone gathered in the livi

Linet sat alone in her tiny apartment, the flickering light from the television screen casting shadows on the pale, unwashed walls. The soft hum of wedding bells from a commercial echoed around her, and she quickly muted it, her hands trembling with rage.Her phone buzzed again — another forwarded video of Rita and Adrian’s engagement party. Laughter. Cheers. That perfect slow dance. Lydia glowing beside her fiancé. The Drakes celebrating like royalty."Why her?" Linet whispered through clenched teeth. “Why does she get everything?”She tossed the phone across the bed and stood up, pacing. Her once pristine nails were now bitten down, her eyes slightly sunken from sleepless nights. Nothing seemed to work out for her anymore. Not the fake pregnancy. Not her plan to secure Francis. Not her threats. Nothing.And now, Rita — the same girl Linet once humiliated publicly — was about to become Mrs. Drake, the wife of the richest, most powerful man in the city.It was unbearable.She looked a