Semua Bab His Accidental Mrs : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The blanket still smelled like her perfume, faint and haunting, like she had left it there on purpose to taunt me. I stared at the note again,four words that made my blood run cold: I want him.Adrian didn’t say anything at first. He stood by the crib, back straight, muscles tense, like if he moved too quickly the whole world might shatter. He grabbed the note, crushed it in his fist, and walked straight out of the nursery without a word. I followed him down the hall, heart thudding, unable to stop the images racing through my mind.Security was called again, the house placed under immediate lockdown. No one in or out. All staff reinterviewed. All footage reviewed, frame by frame. And still, nothing. No trace of her face, only a shadow caught by the nursery camera,a figure with familiar movement, long hair tucked beneath a dark hoodie. It was Eliora, but not the sister I remembered. This version of her had sharp edges, like she had been living in bitterness and bile for too long, and

The note haunted me.I want him.Not the baby,not the life she abandoned.Him.Adrian.She had crossed a line I wasn’t ready to confront.That night, I didn’t sleep. Adrian paced the room, silent, fuming. The guards doubled again, surveillance updated. The nursery camera was upgraded. Motion-triggered. Sound-enabled. But none of that felt safe enough.I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him go over the footage again. Frame by frame. Pixel by pixel. As if he could reach through the screen and grab her.She moved like a ghost. Smooth. Deliberate. Confident.She wasn’t running anymore…she was stalking.The next morning, Vanessa came over. She looked thinner, her eyes rimmed in shadows.“I think I’ve found her base,” she whispered.Adrian closed the laptop.“Where?”“A private house in Oakside. Rented under a fake name. I traced her grocery deliveries.”He didn’t ask how she traced them. We didn’t have time for ethics.“Send it to me,” he said.“I already did.”I followed him to the st

It’s always the silence before the storm that scares me the most.I stand in the hallway, the soft sound of my breathing matching the stillness of the house. Adrian’s footsteps echo behind me, but it feels like we’re the only ones alive in this place. Every inch of me is on edge. We’ve been waiting for days, trying to keep our lives together, pretending everything is fine when it’s anything but. But now, it’s about to unravel.Granny Elizabeth is here.Her sharp eyes sweep across the room as she steps inside, her heels clicking with calculated precision. I’ve only seen her a handful of times in my life, but I know the type of woman she is. Power. Control. Coldness, like a glacier. The Montclair legacy runs through her veins, and she will do whatever it takes to protect it. But I can’t shake the feeling that something is different this time.Her eyes settle on me, and I fight to keep my expression neutral. She’s wearing her usual calculated smile, but I see through it. I’ve always been

Chapter Seventeen — A Second HeirI stared at the photo again.Not because I believed her,but because I wanted to,because part of me needed it to be fake.Because if it wasn’t, everything was about to change.Adrian hadn’t moved from the edge of the couch. The pregnancy test in the photo looked real. Too real. The timestamp in the corner read yesterday.She was fast.Too fast.“She’s lying,” I said, but it sounded weak even to my own ears.Adrian reached for the remote and rewound the nursery camera footage from last night. Nothing unusual. No signs of intrusion.Still, the message had come. The image was clear. Her words deliberate:You’re not the only one carrying an heir.“What if it’s an old test?” I asked, clinging to reason.“What if it’s not?” he countered, voice quiet.We both knew what it meant. If she was truly pregnant, and the child was proven to be Adrian’s,this battle was no longer one-sided. It would no longer matter what the world believed about me, or our marriage, or

The world didn’t stop spinning after Eliora’s broadcast. But it felt like mine did.Two hours after her video went live, our phones wouldn’t stop buzzing.Calls from Adrian’s PR team. His father. Vanessa. Legal reps. The hospital board.Everyone wanted answers.Adrian didn’t give them any.He paced the length of the study in silence, one hand on his jaw, the other clenched at his side.I sat by the window. Watching the gray sky churn.They said it might rain. But the thunder hadn’t cracked yet.Much like everything else,we were still waiting for the storm to break.When Adrian finally stopped pacing, he looked at me with that same unreadable expression I’d grown used to.Not angry.Not panicked.Just… still.“She timed this,” he said finally. “She waited until the custody ruling went through. Until my uncle started sniffing around again.”“She’s claiming you’re not the father,” I whispered. “Even if it’s a lie, people will question it. And the hearing…”“Will happen in seventy-two hou