All Chapters of His Unwanted Witness : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sophia only stared at her, calm and cold, her face giving nothing away.At last, she tilted her head slightly, a small, amused smile tugging at her lips. “So… all of this was just to please Matteo? To make yourself look like the perfect wife?”Vivienne’s throat moved as she swallowed hard. “Yes… I—Sophia, I was young. I was scared. I thought it was the only way.”Sophia let out a soft laugh. It wasn’t warm—it was sharp, like glass breaking in a quiet room. “You ruined my real mother’s life… destroyed her family… all because you wanted to sit in this house as a Sinclair?”Vivienne flinched at the words, her eyes filling with tears.Sophia leaned in closer, her gaze steady and unblinking. “But don’t worry, Vivienne. Your secret is safe with me.”Vivienne’s eyes widened. “It… it is?”Sophia nodded slowly, her smirk spreading. “Of course. I would never dare tell Father. Just imagine the scandal. Imagine what would happen if he learned you lied to him all these years.”Vivienne’s lips open

The morning sun crept slowly into the room through the tall glass windows. Soft light brushed across Isabella’s face as she stirred awake. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she lay still, trying to remember where she was.Her phone began to buzz on the bedside table. She reached for it with half-open eyes.Lilian flashed across the screen.Isabella sat up quickly, her voice still soft from sleep. “Hey, Lilian…”“Where have you been?” Lilian’s voice came through the line, half worried, half annoyed. “I came home yesterday. I didn’t see you. Mom kept asking.”Isabella’s brows drew together. She rubbed her temple and said, “I’m sorry, I… I wasn’t feeling well. I’ll come home today, okay?”Lilian sighed, but her tone softened. “Fine. Just don’t make me chase you again. See you soon, sis.”“Yeah,” Isabella whispered, smiling faintly before the call ended.She stared at the phone for a moment longer, her thoughts wandering. Home… It already feels like a lifetime ago.When she turne

The ride home was long and quiet. The car moved smoothly through the wide streets, but Isabella barely noticed the view outside. Her mind was far away.She leaned her head against the cool glass window and stared blankly as trees and houses flashed by. Every heartbeat felt louder than the hum of the engine.Her mother was alive.The thought still didn’t feel real. It kept circling her mind like a soft whisper that refused to fade. She pressed her fingers lightly to her lips, a small, trembling smile appearing without her even realizing it.After all those years in the orphanage… after being taken in by the Sinclairs… after all the confusion and pain, this was the one piece of hope she never thought she’d have again.Her mother was alive.She closed her eyes for a second, letting the thought sink deeper. It felt warm and painful at the same time — like sunlight after rain.Then, as the car turned past a curve, another image came to her mind. Alessandro.She tried not to think about him

The sun was dipping slowly through the windows when Isabella climbed the stairs back to her room.Her mind was heavy with everything that had happened. The strange lunch, Sophia’s sudden kindness, and Vivienne’s forced smiles — none of it sat right with her.Beside her, Lilian walked quietly, her hands brushing the railing. When they reached the top of the stairs, she stopped and said, “I’ll be in my room for a bit. I have something to sort out.”Isabella nodded with a small smile. “Alright. Don’t stay up too late.”Lilian smiled faintly. “You sound like Mothers.”They both laughed softly before parting ways.Isabella pushed open the door to her room and stepped inside. The air was still, carrying a faint scent of vanilla from the candle she had burned earlier. She closed the door and let out a long sigh.The bed looked soft and inviting, so she sat down, then lay back slowly, staring at the ceiling. Her mind replayed the entire day — Alessandro’s voice that morning, her mother’s name

The morning light crept slowly through the thin white curtains, brushing softly across Isabella’s face. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, still half lost in sleep. Her phone was beside her on the pillow, the screen black, the silence thick. She had fallen asleep waiting for Alessandro’s reply. It never came. Her chest felt heavy. She sat up slowly, running her fingers through her messy hair. The memories of yesterday came rushing back — Lorenzo’s name on the news, the secret deal Matteo made, and Alessandro’s cryptic words. He said he’ll tell me soon… but what does that even mean? Her thoughts lingered there as she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. The cold water on her face helped a little, washing away the tiredness but not the worry. When she looked into the mirror, her reflection looked different — calm on the outside, storming inside. She brushed her hair, tied it loosely, and got dressed for school. The routine felt strange now — almost meaningless —