บททั้งหมดของ My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

James stormed into the dimly lit apartment he and Linet had been using as a hideout for the past few weeks. The door slammed behind him with a loud bang, rattling the picture frames on the wall. His face was flushed with rage, his suit jacket half-hanging off one shoulder, tie yanked loose like a noose he couldn't wait to be rid of.Linet, who was already pacing the living room, flinched. “James, calm down—”“Don’t tell me to calm down!” he roared, shoving a glass off the table. It shattered against the floor, sending shards everywhere. “I told you not to get cocky! You said everything was under control!”Linet turned on him, eyes blazing. “It was under control until your stupid temper drew attention to us. You let your pride blind you! You were more interested in mocking Rita than staying sharp!”He marched toward her, jabbing a finger into the air. “Don’t you dare pin this on me! If you hadn’t dragged me into your schemes with that snake of a boss, I’d still have a job!”“You wanted

The murmurs around the compound grew louder, a wave of whispers swelling into full-blown chatter. The villagers, invited guests, and even distant relatives watched with unblinking eyes as Francis stood still in the middle of the Barasa homestead, his usually composed face struggling to mask the humiliation boiling beneath the surface.The groom’s family stood frozen behind him, their joy turned to disbelief.Francis’s father leaned toward him, whispering harshly, “You assured us this girl was ready. Do you know what this means to our name?”Francis clenched his fists at his side. His dark brown kaftan—freshly pressed and embroidered with golden thread—suddenly felt like a mocking costume. A respected gentleman, known in town for his composure and prestige, now stood like a jilted fool before a crowd.He looked around, meeting the eyes of the elders, the local chief, and the youth from his village who had come to witness him claim his bride. Instead, they were witnessing his shame.“Li

The office was silent as Francis’s words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his revelation. Linet’s heart dropped into her stomach, her breath caught in her throat. She could feel all eyes on her, her colleagues frozen in shock. The tension was palpable, thick enough to cut through with a knife.Francis didn’t seem to care. He was relishing every moment of the attention, his voice cool and calculated as he continued. "How could you, Linet?" he asked, his eyes narrowing with both disdain and mockery. "How could you leave your poor husband in the village and run to the city, chasing after your own selfish desires? After everything I did for you... I even paid your dowry, remember?"The words hit like a slap. Linet’s mind reeled, and for a second, it felt as though the room was spinning. She could see the shocked faces of her coworkers, mouths agape, eyes wide with disbelief. Whispers started to spread among them, the office suddenly filled with the quiet hum of gossip."Wait, wha

Linet's heels clacked sharply on the pavement as she stormed out of the company building, her breath ragged, her fists clenched. Her mind was spiraling, and the cold wind biting at her face did nothing to soothe the fire burning in her chest."She’s pregnant? Pregnant with his child?"Rage twisted inside her like a venomous snake. She couldn't believe Rita had won again. First James, now the sympathy, and soon, a baby that would tie them forever? No. She couldn’t let it happen."I can't let her have that baby," Linet muttered under her breath, barely aware of the words as they left her lips. "That child will ruin everything."Her fingers trembled as she pulled out her phone. She didn’t even know who she was calling yet—maybe one of her old connections, someone who could help her "take care" of things discreetly. Her thumb hovered over a number.But before she could press the call button, a hand grabbed her arm—hard.“Hey!” she yelped, trying to pull away, but the grip only tightened.

Back at James’ residence, Linet sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, her fingers clutched tightly around a half-empty cup of tea that had long gone cold. The television played in the background, but her mind wasn’t there. She was far, far away—stuck on the image of Rita, lying on the office floor, clutching her stomach, with James rushing to help.Her heart thudded in her chest, not from guilt—but rage. Rage that Rita, the woman she had tried so hard to erase from James’s life, was now pregnant. With his child.To make matters worse, James’ mother had grown unusually quiet around her. Cold. Distant. The same woman who once praised her beauty, her poise, who welcomed her with warm arms and home-cooked meals, now barely spared her a glance.Just that morning, Linet had overheard James’ mother on a hushed call in the hallway.“She’s carrying his child. That changes everything… Yes, I know what I said before. But Rita is a true heirless, she has pedigree, blood… The family needs stabilit