Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Wife For Seven Days : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Selena sat with her legs crossed, back straight, and chin tilted at that deliberate angle she could see every reaction of Evelyn Ratfford. The low hum of conversations of Ingrid, Loretta and Isabel filled the table but her attention kept flicking on Tatiana. She had seen Xander leave earlier—some hurried conversation outside with David—but she didn’t care. Not now. Not when that woman, that pale imitation with a face far too similar to Tatiana’s, had shown up. The sight of Evelyn—in that red gown unsettled her more than she cared to admit. People were gathering around her and Liam like flies to honey. Men clasped Liam’s hand firmly; women leaned in with glowing smiles to compliment Evelyn on her elegance. Every smile thrown in Tatiana’s direction was a needle under her skin. She smoothed the fabric of her dress, lifted her glass, and sipped slowly, pretending calm. Her lips curved faintly—an elegant woman watching beneath half-lidded eyes—but inside, she simmered.

The cars rolled smoothly through the tall iron gates of the Ratfords’ mansion.Before they even stopped, the front door swung open.“Mommy!” Carsten burst out in his pajamas, voice ringing with excitement.Tatiana’s face softened instantly. Her sharp poise from the evening melted into warmth. She opened her door just in time to catch him as he leapt into her arms.“Carsten!” she laughed, hugging him tight. “Oh, my love, you’re still awake?”“I waited for you!” His small arms clung around her neck.Liam stepped out on the other side, closing the door softly. Carsten wriggled from Tatiana’s hold, seeing him, and ran to him.Liam bent down, resting a hand on the boy’s head, a faint smile tugging at his mouth, before picking him up.“Hey, buddy. Why are you out here alone, huh?”A calm, sardonic voice drifted from near the gate, almost startling them.“Relax, Mr. Ratfford. Your baby wasn’t alone. I brought him out of that suffocating hall.”Lilian leaned against the doorway, arms folded,

Damian reached for Carsten’s hand with a tight smile, then nodded at Lilian. “Come on, kids. Let’s give the adults a moment,” he said, trying to sound light but failing to hide the tension in his voice. Tatiana hesitated for a fraction of a second. Her eyes were still locked on Heinrich — on the cold amusement twisting his mouth. Then she exhaled slowly, pressed a reassuring hand to Carsten’s shoulder, and followed Damian toward the staircase. Carsten clutched her hand tightly, his small fingers warm against Damian’s. Lilian walked ahead, arms folded and her chin tilted up stubbornly, which made the old man chuckle. By the time they reached the upstairs hallway, Tatiana’s heart was racing. Her mind replayed Heinrich’s words over and over again — each one twisting deeper. Don’t you want her to know whose name you’re using? Whose name...? Evelyn. His wife? The real Evelyn Ratford. Damian glanced back. “You okay?” Tatiana nodded faintly. “Yes… just tired.” “Understandable.

Damian’s chest tightened. He stepped closer, studying him carefully. “Liam… what happened?” Liam dragged his gaze up, his eyes a shade darker. “How are the kids?” he asked instead, voice low, controlled. Damian responded, “They’re with Tatiana.” Liam gave a single, slow nod, as if that was the only thing keeping him grounded. Damian stepped forward, lowering his voice. “You need to tell Tatiana everything before she finds out herself… or worse, before Father tells her.” His tone sharpened, almost pleading. “You know he’ll do anything to get you back to his side.” Liam’s lips twisted into something between a smirk and a grimace. “He’s already trying,” he muttered. Damian frowned. “I’m serious, Liam. Don’t brush this off.” “I’m not,” Liam replied coolly, though the tension in his shoulders said otherwise. He moved toward the staircase, his movements deliberate, almost too calm. “You should get some sleep, Damian. It’s been a long day for everyone.” “Liam!” Damian called again,

Tatiana’s words lingered like perfume—soft but suffocating.Selena stood motionless, her lips pressed into a thin line. The lobby seemed to hold its breath with her, eyes following Tatiana as she strode off—even Mira’s.Mira glanced cautiously at Selena. She couldn’t deny hearing Tatiana’s words—she was close enough—but she dared not voice her shock.“Ma’am… should I—”“Don’t,” Selena cut in, her tone clipped. “Not a word.”Her eyes stayed fixed on the corridor Tatiana had vanished through. Every inch of her body—perfectly composed, shoulders squared, chin high—made Selena’s heart thud with fear.She was only Tatiana in appearance, but why were her demeanour and presence making her afraid?But if she was not Tatiana, as Xander said, what was she doing here? Why was she in the company?And what did she mean by Xander calling her tonight?Selena was trying her best to control herself, but her fingers trembled against her side.“She thinks she’s clever. That little act, that smug calm—le