All Chapters of Did I Steal My Fiancé’s Ex Identity: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Andre's POVI settled back into my routine. The mornings were quiet without Lisa’s humming and painting, or hanging around the kitchen. The evenings were long without her asking about my day. I told myself this was better. For her. For me. This was how things were meant to be.The days began to feel normal again. At least, that was what I kept telling myself. Lisa deserved more than the chaos I carried with me. She deserved someone steady.I had spent weeks kicking myself over it, playing back the look on her face, the last time I saw her. I told myself she would be better off without me, and that I should stop living like half a man because of it. So I slipped back into my old habits. Work. Meetings. Late dinners with clients. And when I came home, Diane was here, waiting.At first, it felt strange. I had gotten used to Lisa’s quiet presence, her warmth around the house. Diane was the opposite. She was restless, always talking, always needing something. Some nights she was soft, lean

Andre’s POVThe house was too quiet that night. I couldn't sleep. I went downstairs to get a glass of water. Maybe I would finally be able to sleep. As I stepped into the hallway, I froze.That's when I heard her voice. Diane’s voice. She was in the living room, speaking low into her phone."...just need to keep things about that bitch buried," she said. "No one can know. Especially not him."My hand tightened around the glass. I moved closer, silently.At first, I was not interested, but then I caught a name. Lisa.I stopped moving. I held my breath."Lisa's name better not come up again," Diane continued. "We paid good money to make that problem disappear."My blood ran cold. Lisa. She said Lisa's name.There was a pause as she listened to whoever was on the other end.“…no, I told you,” Diane hissed. “We cannot let this get out. If anyone finds out, it will ruin everything.”My chest tightened. There was a long silence. Then she spoke again. “Do you understand? If she remembers, e

Lisa’s POVThe night after the session with Dr. Camille, I could not sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mother’s body lying in the doorway. The smell of blood seemed to follow me into my dreams. And the knife. That knife. I shivered under the blanket, trying to push it away. The memory of the therapy session stayed with me. It played behind my eyes when I tried to sleep. But one thing stood out. The image of her lying down. The knife. The way it came at me was like it was going to kill me. That was not a random act. That was planned. I had been a witness to a murder. I also know that that was the day I had my accident. The hit and run.I sat up in bed, hugging my knees to my chest. Andre had once told me something about the man who hit me. He had told me a long time ago, when I first woke up in the hospital with no memory. He said the police had found the driver. They had arrested him. Then his name came up one day during one of our talks. Desmond. Yes, Desmond. I rem

Andre’s POVI could not stop thinking about the meeting with Desmond. The way he dodged every question. The way he almost gave in before pulling back again. He was hiding something, I was sure of it.That night, I sat in the study with the lights off. A glass of whiskey on the desk. Lisa’s old list was still there, shoved in the drawer, but I had looked at it so many times already. My chest felt heavy.Diane came in without knocking. She always did. She was wearing a silk dress, the kind that slid across the floor. Her hair was perfect, and so was her lipstick.“You are sitting in the dark again,” she said, her voice was almost teasing. She smiled when she saw me, a practiced, perfect smile.“I am thinking,” I muttered.She came closer, leaning against the desk. “About her again?”I looked up at her. Her eyes were watching me too closely. “Diane,” I said carefully, “I need to ask you something. And I need you to answer honestly.” I didn't return the smile. "I need to ask you something

Lisa’s POVThe heavy doors of the correctional center shut behind me with a loud clang. The sound made me angry. I had held myself together in front of him, but the second I stepped outside, my chest started to tighten. The floor was damp because of the rain from earlier. I took a deep breath, but the air didn’t feel clean.I spotted Riley immediately. She was leaning against her beat-up car across the small parking lot, her arms were crossed, watching me. When she saw me, she stood straighter. I could see the question on her face even before she opened her mouth.She pushed off from her car at that moment. “Well? How did it go?” she asked.I pulled my jacket tighter around me and walked to her quickly. “Do not ask,” I snapped. My voice came out sharper than I meant, but I did not care.I didn’t answer. I just walked past her and yanked open the passenger door, sliding inside. I slumped in the seat and stared straight ahead.Riley raised her brows and got in on the driver’s side. “Tha