All Chapters of Secrets of a Hidden Marriage: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Allie sat quietly at the table, her gaze distant. The grand hall was alive with chatter and laughter, but she felt like an outsider looking in. Her presence at the engagement dinner was purely out of obligation, yet she couldn't shake the discomfort sitting heavy in her chest.The host for the evening, Kane, the president of the journalism group, had a flair for theatrics. His voice boomed over the mic as he welcomed everyone. “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we celebrate a union that promises to bring two remarkable families even closer. Please, give a warm welcome to Cher Waverly and Nicholas Lawson!”The room erupted into applause as Cher and Nick entered, arm in arm. Cher had changed into an extravagant wedding-style gown, her confidence radiating as she walked down the red carpet of roses. Nick, stoic as ever, barely acknowledged the crowd.Allie’s heart clenched. She overheard whispers from the neighboring table.“Nick Lawson’s engagement? Didn’t he have a history with the Brooks

Dr. Peter Hansen’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. “I have the records of Cher’s files on my end. I’ve also backed up all the forged documents, and the untouched $500,000 in my account is undeniable proof. All you have to do is trace the payment source, and you’ll see I’m telling the truth.”Cher’s face began to crumble, piece by piece, as though the facade she had carefully crafted was disintegrating in front of everyone.Dr. Peter pressed on. “And the most damning proof? Whether or not Miss Waverly is truly pregnant or has had a miscarriage—that can be verified at the hospital. Medical records don’t lie.”Cher staggered back, sinking into the nearest chair, her confidence unraveling with every passing second. Desperation flickered in her eyes as she clung to her last shred of hope. She suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Nick’s hand with both of hers, her voice trembling with panic.“Nick, everyone can doubt me, but not you. Please, not you! I love you so much—you know tha

Allison "Allie" Brooks never doubted that she had loved Nicholas "Nick" Lawson.Childhood sweethearts, ten years of shared memories, laughter, and heartache.But as Nick stared at her, his voice trembling with emotion, she felt a hollow ache in her chest. His question hung in the air, unanswered. Finally, she whispered, “I don’t know anymore, Nick.”Nick’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. His eyes darkened, the flicker of hope extinguished. “Is it because of Liam Hart?” he demanded, his voice sharp.Allie hesitated but answered honestly. “Yes, Nick. Liam… he’s different. He makes me feel…” She trailed off, tears welling in her eyes. “I’m sorry. We can’t go back to what we were. Please, forget me and move on.”Nick turned his back to her, his shoulders trembling slightly. His voice was choked when he finally spoke. “I lost you because of my own mistakes. Allie, you deserve happiness… even if it’s not with me.” He paused, exhaling shakily. “Goodbye, Allie.”As he walked

The day had been unusually calm. By the time June rolled around, life seemed to move at a steady, almost unremarkable pace.Liam Hart had been on a business trip for two days now, and Allison "Allie" Brooks found herself feeling an unfamiliar ache of longing. The silence of his absence was deafening. This trip, his longest yet, had stretched into a week, with no firm return date in sight.“You're pining, Allie,” Chloe West teased, glancing up from her book as Allie sat staring at her phone for the hundredth time. “You’re like one of those tragic heroines in old movies, waiting by the window.”Allie rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. “I… I just miss him. Is that so bad?” She sighed. “Even a two-word text would feel like sunshine right now.”Chloe smirked. “Sunshine? Wow, he’s really got you, doesn’t he?”“Maybe,” Allie murmured, her cheeks heating as she fiddled with her coffee cup. “I think… I might be in love with him.”Chloe set her book down, looking genuinely surprised. “Seriousl

“I’ll drive. You handle the camera,” Joe White barked, his voice laced with urgency.Allie Brooks nodded, clutching the telephoto lens tightly as Joe started the car, skillfully trailing the RV through the crowded streets. Allie’s heart pounded wildly in her chest. She wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the unsettling thoughts swirling in her mind.The RV finally came to a stop at the prestigious WORLD International Hotel. Joe, ever resourceful, didn’t miss a beat, driving straight into the open-air parking lot.“We’ve got a room,” Joe announced after a quick phone call. “Third floor, right across from 3001—the presidential suite. The terrace there is barely two meters apart. Starting tomorrow, you’ll stake out on the terrace. No way they’ll keep the curtains shut for 24 hours. When they slip up, you’ll get the shot.”Allie blinked in disbelief. “The presidential suite? Isn’t that… ridiculously expensive?”Joe shrugged nonchalantly. “This isn’t just any story, kid. It’s worth it.