บททั้งหมดของ His Accidental Mrs : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Eliora's povMorning comes slow when you have no reason to stand up. The sun climbs over the Bay like it’s mocking me — soft gold on the water, boats slicing the surface in clean lines, families sipping espresso on balconies I can’t see.I sit cross-legged on the floor, knees aching on marble, watching the sky catch fire and then fade. I used to love dawn. It meant time to move, time to plan, time to run. Now it means I’m still here. Still breathing when no one asked me to.I’d like to think this is penance. But even that feels too soft a word.I tell myself I’m not waiting for the phone to ring. But my eyes drift to it anyway every five minutes, like it might burn through the table if I stare hard enough.No one calls.Vanessa made sure of that. Consuelo made sure of that. Even Adrian’s silence is an answer.They don’t want apologies. They want absence. They want me to vanish so the wound I carved into them can close without me picking it open every year just to hear the sound.I

Adrian's povBy the time the sun drags itself above the horizon, the city looks half new, half haunted. That’s Miami for you — bright sky, glass towers, clean sand, but there’s always a ghost somewhere under the neon.Eliana leans against the railing beside me, her hair whipping across her mouth. She hasn’t said much since we dropped the drive into the water. I don’t blame her. Some confessions don’t feel real until you hear the splash.Micah and Zaya are still asleep back at the house. Vanessa is there, pretending she doesn’t mind babysitting at dawn. Consuelo’s probably pacing her office, drafting three different statements in case some journalist gets clever enough to dig up the pieces of Eliora’s mess.But for once, none of that feels urgent.For once, it’s just us — two people who have bled so much into the same dirt that the roots can’t tell which veins to cling to anymore.Eliana clears her throat. She doesn’t look at me when she says it. “You think this is really over?”Her v

Eliana's povThe first Monday after Lucian arrived, I woke up to the sound of giggles and a crash.I found them — Micah, Zaya, and Lucian — on the kitchen floor, a box of cereal exploded between them like confetti. Three pairs of sticky hands, three bright faces, three voices insisting they’d clean it up if I didn’t tell Dad.Adrian watched from the doorway, arms folded, trying to look stern. But the corner of his mouth betrayed him.“You know this means we need a bigger house, right?” he said when I walked over.I raised an eyebrow. “Why? So they can spill cereal in more rooms?”“So they can grow,” he said, softer now. “Together. Without all this shadow on their backs.”I glanced back at the boys and my daughter — my three little suns — and for one flicker of a second, the ghosts in the walls felt like they’d finally shut up. **************Vanessa was the next surprise.She arrived just as I’d herded the kids to the backyard to burn off their sugar buzz. She didn’t b

Vanessa's povSometimes I wonder when exactly I became part of their family. It wasn’t when Adrian hired me — that was just business. It wasn’t when Eliana first sat across from me with her eyes rimmed red, voice trembling about a switch no one could ever know. That was the beginning of trust, but not family.No. It was the first time I realized I’d kill for them — quietly, cleanly, with no apology. That’s when it shifted. That’s when this turned from a job into something I’d burn every bridge for. ****************I was standing in the hallway outside my condo’s tiny kitchen when my phone buzzed — an encrypted signal, one I’d taught Eliana to use when she couldn’t speak freely. It lit up my screen: ALMOND.My throat tightened. I hated that code word — it meant urgent, now, no time for small talk.I didn’t bother with shoes. I grabbed my bag, my gun from the lockbox by the fridge, and my laptop. The sun was bleeding gold through the blinds but it felt like night in my ch

Eliana's pov The gavel sounded like thunder in the packed Miami courthouse.It echoed off marble floors, off breath held too tight for too long. I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t look at Eliora, sitting stiff in her chair with that same defiant tilt of her chin — but her eyes… her eyes were rimmed with red now. The smirk was gone. The threats were gone. All that remained was the last flicker of a flame running out of fuel.Consuelo stood tall by my side. Adrian’s hand pressed against mine under the table, warm and steady. Vanessa, at the back, gave me the smallest nod — the same nod that had gotten me through all of this. Tara sat with Lucian curled into her arms, his small head tucked under her chin like a promise that the worst was finally behind us.“Before I issue my final ruling,” the judge said, “I will hear the last testimony.”The doors at the back of the court creaked open. I turned — and there she was.Nanny Rose.Gray hair tied back in a neat bun. Thin, birdlike should