All Chapters of My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Adrian sat quietly in his home office, the soft hum of classical music echoing in the background. The city lights shimmered through the large glass windows, casting reflections on his thoughtful face. He held a photo of Rita printed from the club footage—her image now etched in his memory far deeper than a mere coincidence.She was the woman from that night.He had tried to deny it, brush it off as a surreal mistake. But the moment their eyes locked at the restaurant, he knew. Her presence stirred something in him—an emotion he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years. Interest. Respect. Longing.She was beautiful, yes, but there was something deeper. Strength. Quiet resilience. And now, knowing the life she had escaped from, he respected her even more.But she was also pregnant… with his child.Adrian could’ve confronted her, declared the truth right away. But the look in her eyes at the hospital—that radiant glow when she talked to the nurses, the gentle way she caressed her small bu

Lydia had always been the perfect daughter—the obedient, quiet one who did everything by the book. She watched her parents’ every move, learned from their successes and failures, and, in turn, molded herself into someone they could rely on. She had been conditioned to be the strong one, the calm one, the one who kept her emotions under control. But lately, that control was slipping.As she sat there, still reeling from the conversation with her parents, something dark and uncomfortable stirred deep within her. It was a feeling she had never fully understood or acknowledged until now, a sense of emptiness that gnawed at her when she was alone. There was a bitterness rising in her chest, one that she had tried to suppress for years.She wasn’t like Antony. Antony had the courage to speak his truth. Antony had the ability to pursue what he wanted, to embrace whatever life threw at him. And yet, as he sat across from her, standing up to their parents and demanding his own way, she felt so

“I think…” she paused, her voice cracking. “I think I’m in love with Antony.”There was silence.Not the silence of contemplation. Not the silence of understanding.It was the kind of silence that cut the air like shattered glass.Her mother’s spoon dropped into her teacup with a sharp clink. Her father leaned back slowly in his chair, his brow furrowing, the warmth from his face draining in an instant.“Lydia,” her mother finally said, voice low, stunned. “Did you just say... Antony?”Lydia nodded, her eye

Antony walked out of the house, each step heavier than the last, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum of betrayal. The front door slammed behind him with a sharp echo that vibrated through his entire body. It felt final. Like a door to a chapter of his life had just closed forever.He walked aimlessly down the street, hands buried deep in his pockets, eyes glazed with confusion and disbelief. His mind was a storm — images flashing in no particular order: Lydia’s tearful confession, his father’s outburst, his mother’s trembling voice… and the silence that followed. A silence louder than any scream.The truth had shattered him.The family he had loved so fiercely, the people he had trusted with his soul… had built it all on a lie.He wasn't their son.He wasn't Lydia’s brother.He wasn’t even sure who he was anymore.“Why now?” he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. “Why after all these years?”His thoughts wandered to Lydia. The way she looked at him. The pain in her

Lydia sat on the cold bench just outside the ICU, her head buried in her palms, her tears soaking the sleeves of her sweater. She had cried so much that her eyes were swollen, red, and aching, but she couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when the guilt gnawed at her like a relentless beast.Every beep of the machines behind the glass wall felt like a slap to her soul.Antony.Her Antony.Lying there unconscious. Fighting for his life.And it was all her fault.She had broken something that could never be fixed.“If only I hadn’t said those things… if only I had stayed silent,” she whispered between sobs, her voice barely audible.She could still hear her own words echoing in the walls of her mind."I don’t love you as a brother..."What had she been thinking? What demon had possessed her to cross the line that should never have been approached, let alone shattered?Lydia clenched her fists against her thighs, rocking slightly back and forth.“This is punishment,” she whispered. “God is punishi