บททั้งหมดของ Did I Steal My Fiancé’s Ex Identity: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Henry’s POVAndre wasn't picking up his phone. Again. He had dropped a bomb when he said he slept with Diane. I needed to know what was going on. I was on a trip, and I just returned, so we hadn't had time to meet yet.This was the third time I'd called today, and it was starting to piss me off. When a man drinks as much as he's been drinking, you check on him. It's basic friend code. He was not in his office or the bar he usually visits… so where was he?I called him again that evening, and he did not pick up. That was not like him. Even when he was busy, he usually sent a text. I leaned back in my car, staring at the road, and thought about what to do. Finally, I decided to just drive over to his house. If he wanted to ignore me at work, that was fine, but at home, he had no excuse.Just as I was turning onto his ridiculously long driveway, my phone rang. It was him.His name flashed on the screen.“Finally,” I muttered before answering."Where the hell have you been?" I answe

Lisa’s POVSame Day…Today had already been strange enough.It started in the gallery when two clients had been arguing. I do not know why I opened my mouth. Maybe it was the heat of the moment. But I heard myself explain the situation clearly to the client.The rest of the day passed, but I kept replaying that scene in my head. By the time we closed, I was exhausted. That was when the second strange thing happened.It was late when Riley and I left the gallery. We had been held back, going over details for the next show, since Mara was absent. By the time we stepped outside, the street was already dark, lit only by streetlights. Riley was searching her bag for her phone, and I pulled my jacket tighter.“I told you we should have ordered food at the gallery,” Riley muttered. “Now everything decent will be closed.”I laughed softly. “You always think about food.”She smirked. “And you always act like you don’t. Balance.”As we turned a corner, Riley nudged me with her voice low. “Som

Lisa’s POVBecause of our late-night talk and the fact that we opened up a bottle of wine later, Riley and I woke up with a pounding headache the next morning.But we had to be at work early.So we rode in Riley's car to get a pick-me-up to get us awake for the day. But unfortunately, the nearest Starbucks was so far, so I settled for getting what Riley always bought.Mara had opened the gallery early for a private viewing, so I slipped in through the side door with my sketchbook under my arm. I told myself today I would focus. But the tea I had gotten for myself was terrible.No more thinking about the strange man calling me Rachel, no more replaying the lawyer talk that tumbled out of my mouth yesterday. Just paint.When I stepped into the main hall, Max was already there. His camera bag was slung across his chest, and he looked like he had been waiting. Riley, of course, appeared a minute later behind me. Max had a cup of coffee for me. I was more than grateful. Riley carried a

Lisa’s POVRiley and I had come in early to work to deliver a set of prints Mara wanted framed before the evening. It was routine, nothing special. I had been looking forward to a normal day. Since finding out I'm a lawyer, I realised there was so much more about myself that I did not know.I balanced the rolled prints in my hands while Riley walked ahead, talking about a new menu in the café next door that she wanted to try after work.We reached the front lobby towards her office when her door opened, and a man with dark shades walked out smiling. He wore an expensive suit, and he looked familiar. What kind of person wears shades indoors?He stopped dead when he saw me. He took off his glasses, and I nearly dropped what I was holding.His eyes got wide. Then they got narrow.One look at me and his smile was gone. His face was hard. He looked angry.“Rachel Shaw,” he said. His voice was low and mean. “So you finally show your face.”I froze. Riley stopped beside me. She looked from

Cammile's POVMy office phone rang. The number was blocked. A cold feeling settled in my stomach before I even answered.I answered the phone with my usual patient tone, the one I used for frightened people and angry relatives. It was late. The office was empty this late. I kept my voice steady. It was what I had learned to do over the years, even though I was not feeling particularly calm."Dr. Camille." The voice on the other end was a woman's. The familiar voice always pissed me off, but I maintained my cool. It was the voice that paid my bills. “I hope I am not calling at a bad time.”“No,” I said.“We have not spoken in some time. I was checking in.”I felt the skin get feverish. I had known that the call could come. I had tried to imagine many versions of it. None of them had felt as sharp as the real voice.“What do you want?” I asked. I kept my words short. I did not want to sound afraid. Fear gave them power.“You know why I called,” the voice said. There was no quest