All Chapters of His Obsession with the Wrong Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The morning air carried a faint chill as Jannah and Adrian stepped into the gardens. Dew clung to the petals of the roses, glistening like scattered diamonds beneath the sun. To anyone watching from afar, they looked like the perfect couple—his hand resting possessively on the small of her back, her steps delicate, obedient.But to Jannah, every movement felt like a test.Adrian’s gaze lingered not on the roses but on her. Always her.“You’ve been quiet,” he murmured, his voice deceptively soft as they followed the stone path lined with trimmed hedges. “Is the morning not to your liking?”She forced a smile, her fingers brushing over the cool iron railing of the gazebo as they passed. “The morning is beautiful,” she said, though her chest was tight. “I just… didn’t sleep much.”Adrian’s hand slid to hers again, intertwining their fingers. His grip was firm, almost unyielding. “You should have told me. I could have helped.”Her throat went dry. Helped how? By holding me tighter until I

The ringing of her phone cut through the stillness of the mansion, startling Jannah as she sat alone by the window. The soft glow of dawn was just beginning to seep across the horizon, painting the gardens in pale silver. She hesitated before answering, already sensing the weight of the voice that would come through.“Jannah.” Her mother’s tone carried a mixture of relief and urgency. “Your sister… Alyssa, she’s doing better. Much better. The doctors say her progress is extraordinary—she’s already speaking, asking questions, recognizing us.”Jannah gripped the phone tighter. Her chest felt hollow and heavy at once. “She’s awake?”“She’s awake,” her mother confirmed. “Responsive, stable, regaining strength every day. And that means…” A pause, filled with hesitation, before her mother’s voice hardened. “We need to think carefully now. This charade cannot last forever. It’s time to prepare—to plan how you and Alyssa will… switch back, without Adrian Cruz or his family suspecting what we’

Jannah shut the door to her room, her back pressed against the wood as if to hold it shut against the weight of the entire mansion. Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone, clutching it like a lifeline. One breath. Two. Then she dialed.The call was answered almost instantly. “Jannah?” Her mother’s voice, soft yet strained, slipped through the receiver. She never called her by Alyssa’s name. Not when it was just the two of them. That secret thread of recognition was all Jannah had left of who she really was.“Mommy…” The word caught in her throat, half a whisper. “How's Alyssa?”There was a pause on the other end, the kind of silence that carried both joy and dread. “Yes,” her mother finally said. “Alyssa opened her eyes yesterday. The doctors are surprised at how quickly she’s regaining strength. She… she asked for you.”Jannah’s heart lurched. Her knuckles whitened around the phone. Of course she did. She’s the one supposed to be here. Not me.“Jannah,” her mother continued,

The car ride back to her family’s house felt longer than it should have. Every bump on the road seemed to jolt not only her body but the secret festering inside her. Jannah pressed a hand against her stomach, her knuckles pale from the grip. She had not told anyone—not Adrian, not her mother. Not yet. The truth would tear open everything she had been trying so hard to hold together.When the gates finally swung open, she felt no relief. The familiar sight of home, once her place of refuge, now felt more like a cage waiting to lock her in. The servants greeted her politely, but their eyes lingered a moment too long, curious, questioning. She averted her gaze and hurried past them, dragging her small bag close to her side as if clutching a shield.Her mother was waiting in the living room, dressed immaculately as always, her expression carefully composed. But there was a flicker of sharp relief in her eyes when Jannah stepped in.“You’re here,” her mother said simply, though her tone ca

The steady beep of monitors had been Jannah’s constant companion for weeks, but today, silence greeted her instead. The doctors had smiled, their voices calm, certain: Alyssa was well enough to go home.Her twin’s cheeks carried a faint flush of life again, her eyes clearer than they’d been in months. When Alyssa’s hand found hers, squeezing weak but firm, Jannah’s heart swelled with relief that ached all the way to her bones.“Finally,” Alyssa whispered with a smile. “No more hospitals.”Jannah forced her own smile in return. “Home is waiting.”And it was true. The days that followed slipped into a rhythm she hadn’t dared to hope for. No more sterile walls. No more sharp smells of medicine. Just quiet mornings in the sunlit garden, Alyssa’s laughter soft but returning, the sound of her mother humming in the kitchen. The world was beginning to stitch itself whole again.It should have been enough to soothe her.But every moment of peace only sharpened the reminder that time was runnin