Semua Bab From Housewife To His Worst Ex-Wife : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Tony's POV The manila envelope sat on my desk like a ticking bomb. Three days had passed since Dr. Martinez had called, and I still couldn't bring myself to open it. The DNA results were inside, answers to questions I have been asking for months. But knowing the truth and being ready for it were two different things entirely. I picked up the envelope for the hundredth time, my fingers tracing the edge of the seal. What if I was wrong? What if the resemblance between Lily and Anna was just my guilt-ridden mind playing tricks on me? But what if I was right? The thought of telling Lily the truth made my stomach churn. She was finally starting to heal, starting to trust again. If I was right about who she really was, it would destroy everything we'd built together. Everything she'd built within herself. I shoved the envelope into my desk drawer and locked it. Not today. Maybe not ever. My phone buzzed with a text from my assistant: "Reminder: Dinner with the Morrison Group at 7 PM. Sh

Sarah's POV The champagne glass in my hand felt like it might shatter from the force of my grip. I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alex's downtown apartment, watching the city lights blur through my tears of rage. On the coffee table behind me, tabloid magazines were spread out like evidence at a crime scene. "Stark Foundation Announces Revolutionary Mental Health Initiative," read one headline. "Tony Stark and Wife Lily Make a Power Couple Debut," declared another. But it was the photos that made my blood boil, Tony looking at Lily like she was the most precious thing in the world, his hand protectively placed on her back as they walked into the charity gala. "Sarah, you're scaring me," Alex said from the couch, his voice slurred from too much whiskey. "You've been staring out that window for twenty minutes." I turned to face him, and I saw him flinch at whatever he saw in my expression. Good. He should be scared. "Look at these pictures, Alex," I said, my voice dea

Lily POV I woke up with Tony's voice echoing in my ears, the phantom sound of him calling me "Anna" making my skin crawl with an uncomfortable familiarity. The dream had been so vivid, so real, that for a moment I couldn't tell where the nightmare ended and reality began. In the dream, we'd been in the garden again, but this time when he'd reached for my hands, he'd whispered "Anna" against my lips like a prayer. I'd felt myself responding, melting into him, before the wrongness of it all crashed over me like ice water. I sat up in bed, my heart hammering against my ribs. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting everything in a golden glow that should have been peaceful but instead felt oppressive. Something was wrong. Something had always been wrong, but I was only now beginning to see the cracks in my perfect sanctuary. The shower did nothing to wash away the unease clinging to my skin. As I dressed, I caught myself in the mirror and froze. My reflection l

Tony POVThe envelope Sarah had left on my desk felt like it was burning a hole through the wood. For three hours, I'd stared at it, afraid to open it, afraid to confirm what I already suspected in my heart. But not knowing was killing me slowly, eating away at my sanity like acid.Finally, I ripped it open with shaking hands.The first document was a DNA analysis report. My blood ran cold as I read the results. According to the lab, there was a 99.7% probability that Lily Morrison was related to me. The second paper was a hospital bracelet, yellowed with age, labeled "Anna Stark." The third was a birth certificate, and the fourth was a death certificate from three years ago.Everything pointed to the impossible truth that Sarah had been telling me. Lily was Anna. My daughter was alive.But as I studied the documents more carefully, something nagged at me. The DNA report looked professional, but the lab name was unfamiliar. The hospital bracelet looked authentic, but the plastic seemed

Lily POVThe silence in Tony's house felt heavy after he left for the police station. I sat curled up on the living room couch, wrapping his old sweater around my shoulders for comfort. The fabric still smelled like his cologne, warm and reassuring, but it couldn't chase away the chill that had settled in my bones.Every shadow seemed to move, every creak of the old house made me jump. Sarah's threats echoed in my mind, mixing with the confusion about who I really was. The fake DNA reports, the hospital bracelet, all of it swirled together into a mess I couldn't untangle.The doorbell rang, sharp and sudden in the quiet house.I froze. Tony had been gone for less than an hour. He wouldn't ring the bell at his own house, and I wasn't expecting anyone. Mrs. Chen always used her key, and she'd already been here this morning.The bell rang again, followed by a soft knock."Hello?" a woman's voice called through the door. "Is anyone home? Please, I need help."The voice sounded scared, des