All Chapters of My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rita had finally found peace.Her new home was nothing like the chaos she had left behind. Nestled in a quiet, flower-lined street with cobbled walkways and friendly faces, it was a fresh beginning—soft, calm, and healing.Her neighbors were warm-hearted people who welcomed her with smiles and the occasional warm dish on her doorstep. There was Mrs. Lawson, the elderly woman next door who loved to share garden tips; Noah, the widowed bookstore owner across the street who always waved with a cup of coffee in hand; and Mia and her twin boys, who adored Rita like an aunt.She had chosen this place for one reason—it felt like a life far removed from her past. No gossip. No greedy eyes. No expectations. Just simple, undisturbed living.Her favorite routine had quickly become her morning and evening walks to the park down the lane. It was a humble little place, with a fountain in the middle and benches nestled under shady trees. Children’s laughter echoed as they played on the swings and ra

The atmosphere inside GoodCure Hospital was still charged with whispers and low giggles, the air practically vibrating with the aftershocks of Dr. Adrian's grand arrival. Staff who had only read about him in medical journals were now buzzing with excitement, and even some patients were peeking out of their rooms, curious about the commotion.Rita had finished her checkup.Dressed in a soft cream maternity dress that hugged her gently rounded belly, she clutched a small hospital folder under her arm and stepped into the hallway, already planning to pick up a few things for her boutique on her way home.She walked toward the elevator, humming softly to herself.At that exact moment, the private elevator on the other side of the building dinged open—reserved only for top officials.Dr. Adrian, with two senior doctors trailing behind him, stepped out, his polished shoes clicking against the floor. His eyes scanned the surroundings as he made his way toward the staircase. He always preferr

The city lights flickered like restless stars outside Adrian's penthouse window. He stood with a tumbler of untouched whiskey in hand, eyes lost in the skyline, but mind far from it. His thoughts were consumed—unshakable. That woman. Her face. Her presence. Her scent.“Why do I feel like I’ve known her?” he murmured to himself, tapping the glass against his lower lip absentmindedly.The brief exchange at the restaurant had disturbed his usual calm. For a man used to moving through life with unbothered grace, this nagging curiosity was a foreign, almost irritating feeling.He turned away from the window and strode over to his home office. The blue screen of his laptop greeted him, and he quickly brought up the secure search system only he and Mark used.“Rita...” he mumbled, unsure of her last name.He typed in a few keywords from what little he remembered—Goodcure Hospital, new patient, recent move-in—and within minutes, her profile began to form.When he found her full name—Rita Muth

When the Walls Came Crashing DownBack in the city James once paraded like a king, the luxurious mansion that used to host lavish parties, expensive guests, and ego-driven extravagance was no longer the envy of the neighborhood. The once-manicured lawns were overgrown, the driveway empty of its luxury cars—sold off, piece by piece, to appease the vultures that circled closer each day.It had been quiet—too quiet—for a while now. James had been laying low, hiding from reality, from his creditors, from the failure that he never thought would come. He had built his life on borrowed glory, funded by loans he took without blinking, believing that marrying Rita would automatically launch him into a world of unimaginable wealth. But now, she was gone—and so was the fantasy.And reality had finally knocked.Hard.The loud, aggressive bang on the metallic gate early that morning didn’t just jolt James out of bed—it yanked him straight into the nightmare he’d tried so hard to escape.BANG! BANG

The scene unfolded with an eerie sense of fate. The club had been buzzing with life, its vibrant lights casting a haze over the night. Adrian, not realizing the trap set for him, had been drugged by his rivals. His drink, a well-placed concoction of sedatives, had slowly worked its magic. As he leaned against the bar, feeling the world spin, a woman approached him—one he had seen at the club before, a familiar face in the crowd. She was beautiful, too beautiful to ignore, with dark eyes filled with something more than admiration.She had always fantasized about Adrian, watching him from afar, and tonight, she saw an opening. She’d been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and she was determined to make the most of it. Adrian, his thoughts clouded, didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late. He was led away by her, stumbling slightly, too out of it to question where he was going.Meanwhile, Rita was in another part of the club, blissfully unaware of the storm that