Semua Bab Torn Wool: Bab 11 - Bab 20

They walked closer to the entrance of Lynx estate. Ray’s hand protectively holding Maya’s as they made their way to the entrance Jacqueline stood there like a vulture guarding its prey's glared arm folded to her chest as she glared at them. Her presence was both unwanted and unexpected. Ray froze for a moment as he saw her. “What are you doing at my parent's home?” Ray asked her in furry. I think you should start speaking to me politely because I am carrying your child in my womb. A child which she couldn't give you.Ray stared at her wildly as he pulled Maya into the house.Mom, what is she doing here? Ray asked upon seeing his mother coming down the stairs.She is carrying your child so I allowed her to stay here for safe keeping.his mother said calmly. Maya goes into the kitchen and helps fix us something to eat.Okay mom, Maya replied Jacqueline followed Maya as she went up the stairs. I am gradually taking Mrs Lynx from your side and I will soon take Ray in addition. she s

The villagers greeted her with a mix of wonder and kindness. They had heard of the girl who was saved from the by Arden , nursed back to life by the healer,Jackson, and given a new name. Some whispered that she was from the gods returned to the living. Others thought she had escaped something dark.She didn’t correct them. She couldn’t. She didn’t remember her identity to confirm or deny anything.Every day, Sandra woke up very early, strangely moving through the house with a strange identity behind her eyes, like something was waiting to be remembered. Some mornings, she saw flashes, a pair of baby shoes, a cliff, sometimes a scream. Other times, a man’s voice whispered her name in a dream.But when she woke up the next morning, they vanished like mist .One afternoon, the Village seer. An old woman with pale skin, brown hair, and a huge touch of makeup who was usually isolated and was said to be a witch avoided by people around her as her words were true and fearsome stopped Sand

The sun hid behind a thick bank of clouds the following morning, casting a cool shadow over the village. It was the kind of weather that made old women say, “The sky is keeping secrets.” And in the small Arden's compound, Maya, still known as Sandra, woke with that same uneasy feeling clinging to her skin like dew.She had dreamed again.Only this time, it was clearer.A name. A face. A voice.The face was still blare, but the name lingered even after waking. Amira.She sat up in bed slowly, pressing her palm to her forehead. Her heart raced with confusion and a strange, fierce ache. The name brought no picture, but it did bring a feeling as if her soul recognized it, as if it once belonged to her mouth like breath itself.“Amira,” she whispered aloud.A tear slipped down her cheek.That Same Day,City, Lynx EstateMrs. Lynx sat at the breakfast table, reading over the financial records of a dummy company she’d set up years ago. It had grown fast and fully now hers after she took bac

Back in the neighbouring town, Maya now living as Dora sat with her new parents in the warm kitchen. The scent of boiled cassava leaves and smoked fish filled the air, but her mind was elsewhere. Her heart pounded with quiet determination. She knew she could no longer stay silent.After helping clean up, Maya turned to Dora’s parents. “I want to visit Aiden,” she said, trying to sound casual. “The man who saved me. He lives in the next village, and I just want to thank him properly.”They didn’t ask many questions. They trusted her. She packed a small bag and walked out just before dusk, her feet crunching softly against the gravel path.When she arrived at Aiden’s humble home, a wooden structure nestled behind thick banana trees, he was surprised to see her.“Maya?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. “You look like her, but...”“I am Maya,” she said softly, stepping forward. “And also Dora. I know this sounds insane, but I remember everything now. My past life, my death, and everything ab

Back at the mansion, Jacqueline had begun to unravel. Her nightmares intensified Maya standing at the altar instead of her. Maya wearing her dress. Maya bleeding… but alive.Ray barely looked at her anymore. Even their wedding planner noticed the tension.“Should we postpone?” the planner asked gently.“No!” Jacqueline snapped. “We move forward. Full speed. I want this wedding to happen. I want to be his wife. Legally.”“Understood,” the planner said, taken aback.Jacqueline locked herself in her room that night and pulled out the pregnancy test. It was fake. A lie they used to trap Ray.And the lie was eating her alive.Unbeknownst to everyone, Ray had hired a private investigator named Livingstone, a former journalist fired for digging too deeply.Livingstone had found something about a village healer who remembered treating a woman pulled from the river. No name. No memory. But her description didn't match Maya.Ray, still curious, booked a trip. Secret. No one could know.He didn’