All Chapters of Did I Steal My Fiancé’s Ex Identity: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lisa's POV (Flashback: The day after the movie date)I woke up remembering how that night had gone. I had covered Andre with the blanket, and I also remembered the way he had looked so peaceful in his sleep. I then went downstairs. He was already out.He hadn’t said anything that morning, but he left a note on the kitchen counter. “Thanks for the popcorn.” Just those words, simple, but they made my chest feel warm. But the night and the note changed something.He started texting me during the day. Just small things.“How’s your painting?”“Don’t forget lunch.”“Left early today. Will be home before dinner.”Nothing big, but it’s more than before. More than nothing. I tried not to read too much into it. I told myself not to hope. But my heart doesn’t listen. But still, I smiled every time his name popped up on my phone.That Friday, there was a storm.The sky was dark even though it was only afternoon. Then the heavy rain. Heavy rain pounded against the windows. By 8, the power

Andre POV(Present Day)The screaming woke me up.It was almost 3 a.m. I sat up, my heart pounding.It was Diane's voice.I threw the covers off and rushed to her room. Stanley was also standing by her door, still fully dressed in his butler uniform as though he hadn't slept.I threw the door open.She was crying. Another nightmare. She had been having constant nightmares these days, and it only kept getting worse.She was sitting on the bed, gasping, drenched in sweat. Her blanket had been thrown off, and she looked around like she wasn’t sure where she was.“Diane,” I said softly, stepping inside.Her head snapped toward me. She looked terrified.“It’s okay,” I said, walking slowly, like I was a frightened animal. “It’s just me. You’re safe.”I crossed the room and knelt beside her. Her hands were fists in her hair. Her breath came too fast. “Diane.” I kept my voice low. “You’re safe.”She covered her mouth with one hand, the other gripping her sheets tightly.She didn’t stop sh

Lisa's POV Present DayI zipped the suitcase slowly. The sound felt loud in the quiet room.It was raining outside. Heavy drops against the windows. But I didn’t careDiane’s little act had pushed me over the edge: the fall, the fake tears, the blame.And Andre…He chose to believe her.Not even a single question. I didn’t want to cry anymore. I didn’t even want to feel. I just wanted to leave.Andre was probably still with Diane, making sure she was "comfortable" after her little performance. I didn’t make a sound as I folded my clothes, tucked my sketchbooks between layers of fabric. My hands didn’t shake. That surprised me. I folded one last shirt and shoved it in the suitcase. I didn’t need much. Just enough to get away for a while. Maybe forever.I pulled the engagement ring from my finger. The metal felt colder than it ever had.I set it gently on the nightstand.He could have it back.He could have all of it back.A man who truly loved me wouldn’t treat me the way he was do

Andre’s POV Present DayI sat in the dining room, checking the time for the third time.The clock on the wall was ticking so loudly. I’d already finished my coffee, and my car keys were on the table.The car was ready. My briefcase sat by the door. I checked my watch again. She was never late to see me off. Lisa was usually down by now.Ever since we had started… whatever this thing between us was, she always came down to see me off. Even when we weren’t speaking much, she was still there. But this morning, nothing.I pulled out my phone and sent her a message.Where are you?I stared at the screen, waiting for the typing bubble to appear. Nothing.Stanley appeared in the hallway. "Sir, the driver is waiting." I nodded. "Give me one more minute." I typed again. Lisa? Then deleted it.Maybe she was still angry. I wouldn’t blame her. I didn’t handle things well yesterday.That stupid fall.I rubbed my forehead and leaned back. I never even asked Lisa if she really pushed her. I

Lisa's POVI stood outside the glass doors of Mara’s gallery with my umbrella dripping water on the pavement. The sign above the door read Greenwich Gallery in elegant gold letters. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, but the air was still very cold. My hands were sweating. I took a deep breath and looked inside. Through the glass, I could see people moving around inside, talking, admiring, and taking pictures of the artwork on display. My stomach twisted. The place was bright and clean, full of color, the kind of space that made you want to stay. I had told myself that I was ready. Ready to start fresh. Ready to work. Ready to stop thinking about Andre. But the moment my hand touched the door handle, doubt hit me. What if I wasn’t good enough? What if they laughed at my work? I had my small portfolio in my bag. My fingers tightened around the strap. The truth was, I hadn’t even planned to come here today. I was supposed to rest, maybe call Dr Camille again, maybe figure out a longe