Todos los capítulos de His Accidental Mrs : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Adrian didn’t raise his voice.He didn’t slam the door.He didn’t shatter a glass or punch a wall.He simply said, “Enough.”And walked out of the room like a man going to war.I followed him. Quietly. Slowly. My legs shaky beneath the weight of everything that had come before and everything about to come after.“Adrian?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.He didn’t stop moving. “She wants a war. I’ll give her one.”“But the custody hearing……”“She wants to weaponize your mind? Pretend you’re unstable?” His jaw clenched. “Then we expose her first.”He reached for his phone, dialed, and waited.“Vanessa. I need everything. The hit-and-run. The suppressed records. Her old school files. Therapy notes if they exist. Family referrals. People she bullied. Threatened. Bribed. I don’t care if we need to go back to childhood,if she’s starting fires, we bring the matches.”He ended the call and looked at me.“She thinks you’ll break if she makes you look weak.”“And maybe I will,” I admitted.

We didn’t move for a full minute.Adrian stared at the screen.Vanessa muttered to someone on the phone.I stood there, numb, the warm afternoon sun suddenly feeling like ice sliding down my spine.“She wouldn’t—” I started, but the words wouldn’t settle.Adrian looked at me. “We don’t know anything yet.”“Is it real?” I asked quietly.Vanessa lowered the phone. “She was taken by ambulance. Alone. Hotel staff found her unconscious in the bathroom. No family listed on the hospital form. Just one emergency contact—her lawyer.”I swallowed. “That doesn’t mean it was real.”“She picked a hotel near the courthouse,” Vanessa said. “She knew what today could cost her.”Adrian said nothing. Just walked back to the car, opened the door, waited for me to follow.And I did.Because whatever this was, real or not, we had to see it through.---The hospital smelled like bleach and fear.Too many people waiting. Too many lives paused.We bypassed the ER, took the elevator up to the private floor.S

The silence between us in the car was sharp enough to cut skin.Adrian hadn’t said a word since we left the courthouse. His hands gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, his jaw clenched so tight I thought he might break a tooth. I sat beside him, watching the city blur past the window, feeling a strange hollowness in my chest.It wasn’t just the paternity result. It was everything. The courtroom, Eliora’s sham of a breakdown, the video evidence, the twisted reveal that the baby might truly be his. I didn’t know what to believe anymore. I didn’t even know if I trusted myself to ask the right questions.“You think the test is real?” I finally asked, breaking the thick silence.Adrian didn’t look at me. “No.”I blinked. “No?”“I think it’s tampered with,” he said tightly. “The lab we used isn’t one I trust. I let Vanessa choose it because she said it was fast and secure, but now I’m wondering if that speed came at a cost.”I turned fully to him. “You think Vanessa’s in on it?”H

The air went still.Vanessa locked the door behind him while Adrian scanned the street for signs of anyone watching. I just stood there, staring at the man who could unravel everything.Kellan looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in weeks. His eyes darted to every corner of the room before finally landing on me.“You’re Eliana,” he said, though it wasn’t a question.I didn’t answer. I just nodded once.“I don’t have long,” he said, stepping further inside. “I don’t even know how I got out.”“Start talking,” Adrian said sharply. “Who’s behind this?”Kellan’s voice cracked. “Eliora. And her grandmother. They paid me to disappear after the pregnancy test. Told me if I ever spoke, I’d never be found.”He sank into the couch, rubbing his palms together. “I met Eliora at the clinic. She was... intense. Charming at first. She said she wanted a fresh start, a baby to anchor her. Said she was in love with someone powerful who didn’t want her. I didn’t ask too many questions. She offered mone

Two days.That was all we had before the hearing.Two days to prepare, to breathe, to pull the string that would unravel everything she’d sewn with lies.And it started with a name.“David Brown,” Vanessa said, slapping a file down on the table. “Private investigator. Ex-military. Works underground now off-record jobs, reputation for digging where others won’t.”Adrian flipped through the dossier. “You think Eliora hired him?”Vanessa nodded. “The man driving the car yesterday was one of Brown’s known associates. Facial structure’s close enough. The license plate led nowhere because it’s a dummy reg. Military wash.”I sat beside them, my hands flat on the table.“She’s building a case we can’t see,” I said. “But she’s made one mistake—she keeps underestimating me.”Vanessa handed me a second folder. “This is what you asked for. Her old life, the real one—before she became you.”The file was thicker than I expected. Dozens of pages. Receipts. Names. Locations. A map marked in red.“She