All Chapters of Did I Steal My Fiancé’s Ex Identity: Chapter 191 - Chapter 195

Lisa's PovWhat did I do? What happened between Tom Carter and me? It was connected to my father. It had to be. But what was it? Was it a legal case? A personal argument? Did I threaten him? Did I accuse him of something?The not knowing was a hole inside me. People kept referring to a past I could not access. They judged me for actions I did not remember. Andre. Diane. Now, Tom Carter and his campaign manager.I felt a sudden, fierce determination. I might be off the official case. But I was not done. This was no longer just about my father. It was about me. I needed to find out what I had done. I needed to know why my face was on a blacklist.I stood up and walked back to my desk. The Carter case files were still there. For now. Soon they would be taken away. I had to work fast. I had to find the truth before the trail went completely cold. The answer was in those files. I was sure of it. I just had to find it.I packed my papers slowly. The Carter folder felt heavier on my arm when

Diane's POVI wake up before the sun most days now.Not because I am tired. Not because I am sick. I wake up because my mind is so restless.This is still his house.Even though he moved out.Even though he said he needed space.Even though he sleeps in a hotel, like I am the intruder and not the woman he believes is ‘carrying his child’.I had thought that this idea of having a child with him will make him be around more, but it seemed not to have the desired effect.He checks on me. He sends money. He calls. He asks if I have eaten. He sounds responsible. Guilty. Dutiful.I told myself he would come back fully if the fake baby was born.The mansion was too quiet for my liking. I sat by the window and watched the garden. Andre had not been home in weeks. He came by for visits now, like I was a patient in a hospital. He brought flowers and asked how I was feeling. He never stayed long.My phone buzzed. It was Cam, the man I paid to watch Andre. Cam rarely calls. He prefers to send sho

Diane's POVI did not sleep the night before the meeting.Not because I was nervous.Because I was excited.Andre had no idea I did late at night.I was doing more studying than I did in school.He has no idea I requested copies of shareholder agreements from contacts he forgot I still have.I am not emotional.I am focused.The Deluca franchise in this region is under his supervision. He built it carefully. He manages expansion, partnerships, and licensing. Investors trust him because, even though he was involved in so many scandals, he was none as eloquent in speech and confident as he was.They trust him because he has never shaken.That is about to change.The meeting was arranged quietly. Not anywhere linked directly to Andre’s office.A private conference suite at a hotel across town. Neutral ground. Discreet.Five men confirmed.All of them hold significant shares in the regional division he oversees.None of them is sentimental.I arrived early.I wore grey. Nothing loud. Noth