My Millionaire Husband’s Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

The paper feels weightless in my hand, but somehow it anchors me to the table like gravity’s chosen me alone. I can’t breathe. The name—my father’s name—stares back at me from the torn edge of the certificate. My pulse stutters. No. No, that can’t be right.My father didn’t have any other children. I was an only child. I never had a sister?The edges of my vision blur as I run my thumb across the paper’s worn surface. It’s real—aged, brittle, with that faint musty scent of old ink and time. I can see the official seal, faint but unmistakable. It isn’t just a document—it’s proof of something I never knew existed.A name - Blaire . My father’s name. Side by side.And the date…I read it twice, then a third time, trying to make the numbers behave, to make them fit into my life as I know it. But they don’t. They can’t. She was born just before my father proposed to my mother.“Jessie,” Lincoln says softly, breaking through the fog in my head. His hand hovers near mine, hesitant, like he’

After the monumental discovery that I may have a half sister, I decided to call it a night. Lincoln asked that Ivy take a photo of the document before reinserting it into my grandmother’s necklace again. He wanted to further investigate this and possibly meet with this woman to ask her a few questions about her previous relationship with my father.But I was more focused at the moment on the heirloom that lay cracked open like a walnut right in front of me. A necklace so sacred to me, tarnished by my own husband. To think he’d ever have some sort of decency in anything of importance to me; was foolish of me. He’s resented me since the moment we married. And that resentment had only blossomed into full-on hatred - over something that didn’t happen the way he was told it had - over a fabrication by one’s self-deflection. But that not what bothers me most. What bothers me most is how much effort he put into hiding this document. A partial government issued birth certificate with another

It’s almost four in the morning when I hear a small knock at the door before it opens. I could feel that my eyes were heavy but I pull myself up to a sitting positioning next to a carefully resting Jessie and prepare for whoever is edging closer being the curtain that I had specifically drawn closed. I see the shoes from underneath and realize it’s a man and feel a sense of frustration immediately. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” I hiss out as my arm under Jessie tenses. I try to keep my tone to a minimum and release the tension in my body before it startles her awake.. I’d rather not wake her with this. “I’m here to speak to my wife.” I hated the way he said it. He said it as though she was his inherited property and it was agitating. “She’s under no obligation to speak to you. She’s divorcing you and as her attorney, I am to be present in any matters between you both - to serve as witness. It was her request, of course.” I smile cynically as I watch a win appear in

I feel a sudden jolt as Lincoln tenses beside me, the muscles in his arm tightening instinctively. The sharp knock at the door echoes through the quiet hospital room, breaking the stillness that had settled over us like a fragile cocoon. It isn’t until a thin ray of morning sunlight cuts through the blinds, streaking across the sterile white floor, that I realize it’s no longer night. I pull myself closer to Lincoln’s side, burying my face against his rib cage. The warmth of his body feels grounding, but my stomach twists with anxiety over who might be waiting on the other side of that door.“It’s okay. I’m here,” Lincoln whispers, his hand moving in slow, reassuring circles along my back.The door creaks open, and the doctor steps in with a gentle smile. His voice carries that careful brightness doctors use when they’re about to deliver good news.“Good morning, Jessie,” he begins. “I thought I’d bring you some good news today. After close monitoring, I’ve decided you’re cleared to g

It isn’t long before I can hear Jessie moving towards the door. I quickly change my serious demeanor - ensuring that I give her nothing more to worry about. “So you watch any good games lately?” I ask lightly as I try to make light of our recent conversation. I make a motion with my eyes to the door. Officer Miller is quick to follow and nods in agreement.“No, unfortunately work is taking up a lot of my free time. I’m hoping to see a Knick’s game this year.” “Oh, basketball fan. Hm. I’m more of a baseball fan, myself.” “Really? What’s your team?”“The Astros.” “Not bad. But I hear their season hasn’t been too good this year.”“Eh, they’ll pick back up.” I say casually as Jessie opens the door softly. I catch a glimpse of her long black hair, freshly washed, brushed and pulled into a high ponytail, leaving most of her face exposed. Her green eyes almost glowing with her dress and taking the attention away from the still visible bruises all over her jaw and chest area. Thankfully,