Semua Bab Pregnant And Abandoned, I Returned As A Hidden Heiress: Bab 51 - Bab 60

ANNA'S POV “They’re waiting for you in your office,” the nurse said softly. I gave her a small nod without looking up, my attention still fixed on the transparent beaker in my hand. The liquid inside shimmered faintly under the lab lights, the color settling into the exact shade I had been aiming for. Satisfied for now, I placed it back into its holder before finally lifting my head. The nurse met my eyes briefly, then turned and walked out, the transparent doors sliding shut behind her. I was currently in my lab, carefully working on recreating the same drug formula James stole from me years ago. In the past, I didn’t have all this equipment. I worked with borrowed tools, outdated machines, and limited access. I had to secretly use Greenleaf’s equipment without their knowledge, sneaking into restricted labs and pretending I belonged there when I didn’t. I always volunteered for overtime, waiting until the building emptied out, until it was just me and the security guard who usua

ANNA'S POV “You’re right, so let’s get on to why you two are actually here,” I said calmly as I finally took my seat in front of them. The chair felt firm beneath me, grounding me, For a brief second, a thought crossed my mind — one I hadn’t invited, yet it slipped in effortlessly. Come to think of it, seeing them again after all these years stirred something deeper than I expected. These two women, sitting right in front of me, had played a role in the worst loss of my life. Maybe not directly, maybe not with their own hands, but their cruelty, their neglect, their constant reminder that I was unwanted had pushed me to the edge back then. And on that night… everything spiraled. They might not have been the main villains in my story, but they weren’t innocent either. Still, they weren’t the ones occupying the center of my revenge. That role was already filled — permanently reserved for someone else. Even so, justice had many layers. And even the smallest hand in my pain deserved

JAMES’ POV The bathroom doors opened and Melissa stepped out, steam trailing behind her as she reached back to shut them. The faint scent of her expensive body wash filled the room almost immediately. I lay stretched across the bed, phone in hand, scrolling without really paying attention to anything on the screen. Something felt off. Melissa never took her bath this early unless she was planning to go somewhere. On days she stayed home, she usually waited until later, threw on something light, barely touched her makeup, and spent the rest of the day lounging around like the house itself was built for her comfort alone. Today was different. I watched her walk over to her makeup stand, wrap a towel tighter around her body, and sit down. She reached for her foundation, carefully dabbing it onto her face, blending it with slow, deliberate movements. That alone told me everything. This wasn’t casual. This wasn’t routine. So she was going out. The question was — where? And to who?

ANNA'S POV “Just heard Isabel just stormed off, guess like she’s really giving everyone the attitude.” Dan said, walking into my room, his steps deliberate and his expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. I took off my blue light filter glasses and set my laptop aside, letting it rest gently on the surface of my desk. I ran a hand through my hair, pushing it back from my face, feeling the slight stiffness from hours of work earlier in the lab. The strands resisted slightly, a reminder that I hadn’t had a proper break in a long time. “You know I don’t wanna sound somehow, but I am sure you know that what she’s doing is completely disrespectful to everyone,” I said, my voice calm but carrying a note of restrained irritation. “Isabel doesn’t know the word respect, but we’ve learned to live with her the way she is,” Dan said, shrugging as if her constant defiance was nothing new to him. “Even if she believes she’s right, it still doesn’t give her the right to treat Mom and Dad

ANNA'S POV “I’m sorry for everything I did to you Anna, I was wrong to do such things, I shouldn’t have pushed you away that night and I regret it now.” James said. I stood there listening to him, my arms folded tightly across my chest as his words hung in the air between us. I stopped myself from letting out a small scoff and rolling my eyes. Now he’s sorry. Now, after all these years, after everything that had happened, he stood in front of my gate talking about regret like it was something he had just discovered. He thinks saying sorry would just take away all the pain and everything that had happened. Like a few words could erase years of damage. Or does he believe that telling me sorry would bring back my child? Or wipe away all the embarrassment and tears of that day? I took a slow breath, forcing my expression to remain calm even though my insides were boiling. “Tell me something,” I said, my voice steady, controlled. “What’s your real goal in doing all this? I mean I ca