All Chapters of His Choice Wasn't Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Tiana woke with a sharp gasp, her chest rising and falling like she had been running in a nightmare she couldn’t escape.The ceiling above her looked unfamiliar. The white lights stung her eyes. The smell of disinfectant hit her nose. She blinked rapidly, confused for several seconds… until memory rushed back like a violent slap.The warehouse fire.The scandal.The court hearing she couldn’t attend.And then—Daniel.She jerked up, grabbing the metal rails of the hospital bed with trembling hands.A nurse rushed forward. “Ma’am, please calm down—”“Where is my son?” Tiana demanded, her voice scraping the air. “Where is Daniel Striker? Bring him to me now.”The nurse froze for a moment, glancing toward the door. “Ma’am… you need to relax. You just regained consciousness. Your blood pressure—”“Don’t tell me to relax!” Tiana screamed. “Bring my son!”A doctor entered quickly, clipboard in hand. “Mrs. Striker, please sit—”“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, her voice breaking. “You think

The pressure on Sarah deepened in ways she hadn’t expected. Julia’s uncles — Benedict and Henry Augustine, were men who had spent their entire lives dominating boardrooms and intimidating competitors.Losing control of Julia’s empire to a young woman they barely knew was something their egos could not accept.So they escalated the fight.Investigators began sniffing around London, New York, and even the small street where Sarah once worked as a waitress.Old neighbors were questioned. Former colleagues were approached. Every detail from her past was pulled apart carefully, as though they expected to find a secret life buried under her rise.The more the investigators probed, the louder the media chatter grew. And yet, beneath all the noise, one brave act stood out.Clara came forward.One of the investigators had trailed her for days before finally cornering her at a small café. He pretended to be friendly at first, asking about her past experience with the Striker family, about how lo

Tiana’s return home came three long weeks after the hospital finally agreed she was stable enough to leave.The house had been unusually quiet since her absence, wrapped in a kind of fragile peace that Clara prayed would last.But the moment the front door opened and Tiana stepped inside, that peace shattered like glass hitting the floor.Melissa was the first to react.She squealed in excitement and ran straight into her mother’s arms. “Mummy! You’re back! I missed you so much!”Her voice carried all the innocence of a child who had no understanding of the darkness surrounding her mother.Tiana hugged her tightly, stroking her hair weakly. “I missed you too, sweetheart. So much.”Melissa pulled back slightly, her eyes full. “Mummy… when will Daniel come back? I miss him. The house feels empty without him.”The air shifted instantly.Clara, who had been standing by the staircase holding a basket of folded towels, stiffened. She watched Tiana carefully, searching her face for a sign — m

“We have two major forces coming at us,” he began, leaning forward slightly. His voice carried the weight of someone who had analysed every angle twice over. “At you, specifically. And if we don’t counterattack immediately, we may not get another chance.”Adrian sat opposite Sarah in her office, his back straight, his expression set in that calm intensity she was slowly getting used to.The afternoon sunlight spilled across the glass walls behind her, catching the slight tension in his jaw. He had been waiting for her to settle, to finally give him her attention after a long morning of meetings, security briefings, and updates from London.Sarah’s fingers paused above the file she was closing. Her eyes lifted slowly.“Go on.”Adrian adjusted the tablet in his hand. “First is Tiana. She is not slowing down. The things she has been posting, the people she’s trying to reach, the conversations she’s initiating… it’s building towards something ugly. She’s desperate, and desperate people s

Security at Daniel’s new school had already been instructed never to let Tiana come close, but that afternoon she still tried.She showed up without warning, hair messy, eyes wild, insisting she only wanted to “see her stepson.”The guard on duty, Mr. Collins, stepped directly in her path. “Ma’am, you’re not on the approved access list,” he said firmly.Tiana tried pushing past him, her voice rising as she shouted Daniel’s name across the school courtyard, startling students who turned to stare.Two more guards rushed out, forming a barrier. Tiana screamed that nobody could stop her, that Daniel belonged to her.A teacher quickly ushered the children indoors while the security team escorted Tiana off the premises.Within thirty minutes, Sarah received a call from the school director. She listened quietly as he explained what had happened, his voice layered with concern.For a moment, Sarah didn’t respond. She simply stood by the window of her office, staring at the city beneath her.T