All Chapters of From Housewife To His Worst Ex-Wife : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elena POVI sat in my car outside the old Stark family cabin, watching through binoculars as Tony's car disappeared around the bend. My hands trembled as I lowered the binoculars and reached for my phone. Everything was falling apart faster than I had planned.The voice modulator I'd used to call Tony lay on the passenger seat, still warm from use. Three years of studying Anna's speech patterns, her childhood memories, her relationship with Tony had all led to this moment. But now that it was here, I felt sick to my stomach.My phone buzzed with a text from Marcus Reed: "Package delivered. Payment due."I stared at the message, my chest tight with guilt. Marcus didn't know he was already dead. I'd seen Sarah leaving his office building an hour ago, her face pale and her hands shaking. Whatever she'd found there had rattled her badly.I typed back: "Payment will be transferred tonight."It was a lie. Marcus would never collect his money because Marcus would never make another phone cal

Tony The silence in my house felt different when I returned from the police station. Not the comfortable quiet I'd grown used to, but the heavy stillness that follows a scream. Every shadow seemed deeper, every corner more suspicious. The air itself felt watched.I stood in my foyer, keys still dangling from my fingers, listening. The grandfather clock ticked its steady rhythm. The refrigerator hummed from the kitchen. But underneath these familiar sounds, I heard something else, a faint electronic buzz, almost inaudible.Following the sound led me to the living room, where I found the first camera.It was smaller than a matchbox, nestled behind the frame of Anna's childhood photo on the mantle. Professional grade, expensive. The kind that transmitted live feeds rather than just recording. My hands shook as I pried it loose, the tiny device warm against my palm.One camera became two. Two became five. By the time I'd swept the ground floor, I'd collected a dozen miniature eyes, each

(Alex POV)The DNA results sat on my kitchen table like a loaded gun. I'd ordered the test three days ago, using hair from Elena's brush and a coffee cup Tony had left at my office. Sarah didn't know about it. Neither did they.But I had to know the truth.My hands shook as I opened the envelope. Twenty-three years of lies were about to come crashing down, and I wasn't sure I was ready for the wreckage.*Probability of Paternal Relationship: 99.7%*The words blurred as tears filled my eyes. Elena was my daughter. My daughter, who had been searching for a twin sister that was actually her half-sister. My daughter, who had been manipulating Tony to get close to the family that should have been hers.I set the papers down and reached for the bottle of whiskey I'd opened an hour ago. The alcohol burned, but it didn't wash away the memories flooding back. Catherine Stark, twenty-four years old, married to Tony but lonely in their big empty house. I'd been their lawyer then, handling Tony's

(Anna POV - First Time)The first thing I remembered was the smell of smoke.Not the antiseptic hospital smell that had been my world for sixteen years, but real smoke. Wood burning. Fabric catching fire. The acrid scent that had filled my lungs the night my sister tried to kill me.I opened my eyes in the darkness of my hospital room, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged bird. The memories came flooding back in pieces, sharp and painful as broken glass. Elena's face in my bedroom doorway. The candle falling. The flames spread across my Disney princess curtains while I screamed for Daddy.But Elena wasn't seven years old anymore. Neither was I.I sat up in bed, my body trembling from weeks of pretending to be unconscious. The nurses thought I was still catatonic, still lost in the darkness that had swallowed me after the fire. They had no idea I'd been awake for almost a month, listening to their conversations, learning about the world that had moved on without me.Learning

(Tony POV)I stumbled into my study with shaking hands, my mind reeling from everything that had just happened downstairs. Anna was alive. Elena was her sister. Alex was Anna's father. Nothing I'd believed about my family was true.But there was one more secret left to uncover, and it was calling to me from across the room.My father's safe sat behind his oil painting of the lighthouse, just as it had for twenty years since his death. I'd never opened it, never felt the need to dig through his personal papers. But now, with my world crumbling around me, I needed answers that only he could provide.My fingers trembled as I entered the combination - Anna's birthday, the one number I'd never forget no matter how much pain it brought me. The safe clicked open with a soft hiss.Inside were stacks of legal documents, bank records, and a leather journal I'd never seen before. But it was the manila envelope marked "Anna - Private" that made my breath catch in my throat.I pulled out the docum