Todos los capítulos de Stepdaughter by Day, Wife by Night: Capítulo 221 - Capítulo 230

LENARoman's silence in response to my words cut through the café like a sharp blade. For a moment, the world around us felt suspended, frozen in time. His expression was a mixture of disbelief, shock, and pain. I could see the emotions wrestling behind his eyes, but none of them seemed to reach me. The anger I had been carrying inside me had finally found its voice, and the words that came out felt like a weight lifted from my chest.But even as I spoke them, I could feel a part of me trembling. It wasn’t from regret, no—it was from the rawness of the moment. The finality of it all.I could see that Roman was fighting to keep his composure. His fingers were clenched tightly around the edge of the table, as though trying to hold on to the last remnants of the life he thought we could have. But as I looked at him, I saw a man who had lost everything. Not just because of Vivian, but because of the choices he had made.I could feel my own heart shattering as I spoke. The truth was ugly,

LENAI could feel the weight of the courtroom pressing down on me, suffocating me in a way that was almost unbearable. Every corner of the room seemed to echo with the voices of my past—the voices of Roman, my mother, and the pain they had both caused. Today was the day. The day I would finally be free.And yet, despite knowing this was the right choice, a part of me couldn't help but feel an ache in my chest. The years I had spent with Roman, the love that had once consumed me, now felt like a distant memory. A dream that had shattered beyond repair.Roman had always been confident, always sure of himself. But as I sat in that courtroom, watching him fidget nervously, I realized how much his world had crumbled. The man who once thought he could control everything, who once believed he could fix everything with his money, was now powerless. And it was all my doing.Billy was sitting behind me, his presence a quiet comfort. I could feel his support, his silent understanding. But even h

LENAThe days had become more routine, and for the first time in months, I felt like I was starting to regain control over my life. My mornings were filled with the laughter of my children, their small voices a constant reminder of what I had been fighting for. Every day seemed like a fresh start, a chance to rebuild something I could call my own, without the shadows of the past haunting me quite as much.The kids were growing, and so was I. Isabella would be starting school in a few months, a milestone that seemed both far away and impossibly close at the same time. It wasn’t just school that loomed on the horizon—it was the growing sense that life was pushing me forward, whether I was ready or not.But today felt different.Billy had come by again, like he always did, to spend time with us. It felt like he was a permanent fixture in our little world now, and honestly, I didn’t mind. Billy brought a sense of calm with him, a stability I hadn’t realized I needed until he was there. He

LENAThat afternoon felt ordinary in the most fragile way.I had just finished bathing the kids. The twins were wrapped in matching towels, their hair sticking up in every direction as they giggled and chased each other down the hallway. Isabella was already in her pajamas, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, telling me a very serious story about how bubbles were actually tiny clouds that fell into the bathtub by mistake.I smiled, tired but calm.The villa smelled like baby soap and clean laundry. Sunlight filtered through the windows, warm and soft. I tidied up the living room, picked up toys, folded a blanket Billy had left on the couch from the last time he was here. Everything felt… stable. Quiet. The kind of quiet that comes after surviving a storm.Billy wasn’t supposed to come that day. He had told me he’d be meeting a client for his new business, something he sounded genuinely excited about. Ava hadn’t texted or called either. I was alone with the kids, and for the firs

LENABilly arrived a few days after Roman came to the villa.I was in the kitchen that morning, cutting fruit for the kids’ breakfast, when I heard the familiar sound of a car stopping outside. My hand froze mid-slice. For a split second, my heart jumped in a way I hated admitting. I wiped my hands on a towel and peeked through the window.It was Billy.I let out a slow breath, one that carried relief and confusion at the same time.When I opened the door, he stood there with his hands in his pockets, his expression serious but calm. He smiled faintly when he saw me, but there was something different in his eyes. Less playful. More cautious.“You look busy,” he said.“Always,” I replied, stepping aside to let him in. “The kids just finished breakfast. Isabella is upstairs changing, and the twins are arguing about whose turn it is to hold the toy car.”Billy chuckled softly. “Sounds like a normal morning.”I closed the door behind him, leaning against it for a second longer than necess