All Chapters of Did I Steal My Fiancé’s Ex Identity: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LISA’S POV(Present day: Dr. Camille’s Office)Dr. Camille had moved her chair slightly today, like she wanted to make the space more inviting. I still didn’t feel comfortable.She looked up from her notepad and smiled gently. “You’ve been quiet for a few minutes. Want to talk about what’s on your mind?”I stared at the window behind her. The cars below moved like tiny wind-up toys. I sighed.“It’s Diane,” I said. “She’s been trying to make things difficult. All the time.”Camille didn’t flinch. “In what way?”I bit my lip, debating how much to say.“She acts all soft and sickly when Andre’s around. Then the moment he leaves, she turns into someone else. She's so mean to me.”I listed them slowly. “She touches things in my room. Switches my shampoo. Leaves doors open so I trip. Yesterday I found my favorite lipstick smashed in the trash, she tears up my books. Small things. But it’s every day.” Camille nodded. “And Andre?”“He doesn’t believe me,” I said. “Or maybe he does and he doe

LISA’S POV(Flashback: Month 3)The first time I ever asked Andre for something that wasn’t part of our arrangement, I didn’t expect him to say yes.He had just come back from a call in his study.Andre stood in the doorway of my room, still in his work suit, his tie slightly loosened. "I have to visit a private resort in the Bahamas," he said. "My father wants to buy it." He was saying something about a resort deal not being finalized. His father wanted him to handle it personally. To buy it, that means. How rich were they that they could buy a resort?I sat up straighter on the bed, the romance novel I'd been reading falling closed in my lap. The cover showed a couple kissing on a beach at sunset. "How long will you be gone?" I asked, trying not to sound too interested.“Yeah,” he said, loosening his tie. “I leave in four days.”It sounded like something out of a book.I hesitated. “Can I come with you?”He had started walking away when he turned to me like he hadn’t heard me ri

Andre's POV (Present Day) I stared at the contract document in front of me, the words were blurring together. With each second going by, I thought of the choice I had to make. It's been two weeks since Diane returned. I still remember the first night after she woke up in my house. I had left her alone because she was feeling a bit sensitive, knowing I was engaged.That same night, I was in the study when I heard a knock.The study door opened. Diane stood there in one of my old shirts, her hair messy from sleep. She looked too thin. She had always looked that way with all her dieting, but now she looked emaciated. "You're still awake," she murmured. I didn't answer. Just watched as she crossed the room, her movements still careful like she wasn't used to freedom yet. She took the whiskey glass I was drinking from my hand and set it aside. "You never asked," she said quietly. "What happened to me." I looked up. Her eyes were glassy in the dim light. "They took me to Br

Lisa's POV The smell of butter and warm eggs filled the kitchen as I stirred slowly, humming to myself. I had woken up earlier than usual.It was something about the way yesterday ended, the way Andre had looked at me when he returned. He hadn’t snapped or walked past me like I was invisible. He accepted the water I gave him, sat at the table, and even ate with me. It seemed small, but to me, it meant something.Yesterday was good. Strange, but good. Stanley's message still played in my head. Stanley’s words came back to my mind.“Mr Andre said to make sure you’re okay and requested you be taken care of today."Simple words, but they made my chest warm. Then Andre ate dinner with me instead of disappearing into his study. Maybe things were changing.I didn’t know what made Andre soften all of a sudden, but I held onto it. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was just a good day. I didn’t care. I just liked that he seemed caring.Today, I wanted to make him breakfast. Not because I had t

Lisa's POV (Flashback )Since we came back from the private resort, something had changed between us.It wasn't dramatic or loud.It's just, Andre wasn’t so distant anymore.He didn’t avoid me like I was something inconvenient. He didn’t lock himself in his study every day or keep our conversations limited to stiff greetings and short instructions.Now, I could knock on his door and he’d say, “Come in.”Sometimes, I didn’t even need to knock.He had started taking me out. Not grand dates or anything romantic, just simple outings. A bookstore, lunch, one time even a drive through the hills with music playing. He let me into his world, little by little.When he was at work, I filled my days with painting, journaling, reading, and of course, K-dramas. I wasn’t bored. I liked the calm life I was having. It was the kind of life I imagined people with peace had. And I tried to hold onto it.I stirred honey into my tea in the kitchen. Three weeks had passed since we returned from the priv