All Chapters of My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rita was startled at first by Antony’s sudden appearance, but before she could fully process what was happening, his arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace. She could feel the warmth of his body pressing against hers, the urgency in his touch making her heart race. His shaky voice broke the silence, sending a jolt of mixed emotions through her."I'm sorry, Rita... I’m late," Antony whispered, his words barely audible, filled with regret and concern. His arms seemed to tighten around her as if he was trying to shield her from the chaos surrounding them.Rita, still reeling from the confrontation with James, stood frozen for a moment, her mind trying to catch up with the rapid succession of events. She hadn't expected this—hadn’t expected Antony to appear out of nowhere, but in that instant, she felt a strange sense of relief."It's okay," she whispered back, though her voice trembled slightly. She pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. "I didn’t expect you to be here. But

The living room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the lamp in the corner. Antony sat on the edge of the couch, his hands clasped together as he listened quietly. Lydia paced back and forth in front of him, her voice low but heavy with frustration."Antony, I know you're kind. I know you’ve always wanted to be the hero, to save everyone. But this..." she gestured toward the hallway leading to Rita’s room, "...this isn't just about kindness. You're getting too deep. She's pregnant with another man’s child, and divorced. Do you really think this is the life you deserve?"Antony sighed, not looking up."You deserve someone who hasn’t been broken by someone else. Someone who will give you a fresh start, not baggage."Rita had woken up moments earlier, her throat dry. She walked barefoot toward the kitchen, careful not to make noise. Just as she reached the corner, Lydia's words echoed—"not baggage."She froze, her hand halfway to the fridge handle. The hurt settled in her chest like a ston

The night was unforgiving.Lydia walked briskly down the empty street, her heels clicking on the pavement, suitcase dragging behind her, and the echo of Antony’s slap still ringing in her ears. Her cheek stung, but it was nothing compared to the fire raging in her heart.Her brother had hit her. Because of Rita.The same Rita who had once been her best friend.The same Rita who had turned Antony into a lovesick fool.The city lights blurred through her tears, but Lydia refused to let them fall. She wouldn’t cry. Not for them. Not for anyone.She checked into a cheap motel on the

He buried his face in his trembling hands, heart pounding wildly. “She left… she left me again,” he mumbled. “I came here to fight… I was ready to kneel every day if I had to—just for her to look at me. And now…”Now she was gone.Gone with his child.Gone with his last piece of redemption.His mother’s voice echoed in his head—“Use the baby to win her back.” But he didn’t want strategy anymore. He wanted her. Just her. Rita. The woman whose strength had humbled him. The woman who had walked through fire and still managed to stand.And now… she had walked away from him.“Where did she go?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.Mark hesitated again. “Sir, I don’t know the exact place. Her people didn’t share details. Just that she boarded a private flight before midnight.”James sat there on the ground, eyes glazed, fingers clawing at the gravel. His heart felt like it had cracked in half, and no amount of scheming or money could put it back together.“She’s really gone…” he murmured.Mark, un

The sun was setting outside the mansion, bathing the living room in a golden hue that did nothing to warm the tension crackling inside. James sat slouched on the edge of the couch, his eyes red from lack of sleep, lips pressed into a bitter line. He hadn’t spoken much all day. Neither had his mother.But the silence couldn’t last forever.With a loud crash, James’s mother hurled her porcelain teacup against the wall. It shattered into pieces, just like her plans.“This wasn’t supposed to happen!” she screeched, her hands shaking. “That girl was our ticket! Our only ticket!”James flinched, startled. “You think I don’t know that? You think I’m not going crazy knowing she’s gone and never looking back?”His mother whirled on him, her elegant silk scarf falling from her shoulders. “You let her slip, James! You— you—with your arrogance and your games! I told you to be gentle, to work on her emotions, but no! You had to bring Linet into it!”James stood up now, his face stormy. “And what a