All Chapters of I Got Pregnant For The Wrong Twin: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

SERENAThe letter arrived on a Tuesday.Not the kind of letter that made my heart stop anymore. Not the kind that came with threats or warnings or the shadow of Charles Whitmore. Just an envelope, cream colored, with my name written in handwriting I didn't recognize. The postmark was from New York. The return address was a law firm I'd never heard of.I opened it at the kitchen table while Hope ate her breakfast and Aiden read the news on his phone. The morning light was golden, the way it got in Miami before the heat set in, and everything about the scene was ordinary. Normal. The kind of morning I had fought so hard to have.The letter was from a woman named Margaret Delaney. She was dying, she wrote. Pancreatic cancer, stage four, not responding to treatment. She had weeks left, maybe less. And she needed to see me before she went.I read the letter three times. The words didn't change. Margaret Delaney. Dying. Needed to see me. She was my mother's sister. My aunt. The sister my mo

SERENAThe key sat on my nightstand for three days before I could bring myself to touch it again.Every morning I woke up and looked at it, this small piece of brass that had once belonged to a woman I barely knew, that had been saved for me across decades, that was supposed to lead me somewhere I needed to go. Every morning I told myself that today would be the day I started looking. And every morning I found an excuse to put it off.Aiden didn't push. He watched me with those patient eyes, the ones that had seen me through panic attacks and nightmares and the slow, painful work of putting myself back together. He knew I would get there eventually. He just had to wait.It was Lily who finally broke the stalemate.She showed up at the house on Saturday morning with a bag of bagels and a look on her face that meant business. "We're going to figure out this key thing today. I don't care how long it takes. I don't care what we have to do. We're doing it."I was still in my pajamas, Hope

SERENAThe boxes stayed in the living room for three weeks.Every night after Hope was asleep, I sat on the floor and went through another one. Photographs, letters, documents, mementos. The story of my mother's life unfolded slowly, piece by piece, the way a flower opens when you stop trying to force it. Aiden sat with me most nights, not talking, just being there. Hope played among the boxes during the day, treating them like furniture, like they had always been there.I learned things I never knew I wanted to know. My mother had been a good student, top of her class, until the accident. After her parents died, her grades slipped. She stopped showing up. She stopped caring. The foster homes were hard, some of them worse than others. She and Margaret were separated early, placed with different families in different cities. They wrote letters at first, then stopped. My mother told me once that she had no family, that she was alone in the world. I believed her. Now I knew she had been

SERENAThe number 247 haunted me every single day, and every single night. I saw it everywhere. I saw it on license plates, on street signs, and even on the receipts that printed out at the bakery. My brain was looking for patterns, connections, meaning where there might be none. Aiden watched me spiral with that quiet patience of his, the one that said he would let me figure it out on my own but he would be there when I needed him.It was Lily who finally broke the obsession."You're doing it again," she said, finding me in the back office of the bakery with the key in one hand and a notebook full of scribbled theories in the other."Doing what?""That thing where you disappear into your head and forget the rest of the world exists. You've been at this for hours. Arya needs help with the lunch rush."I looked at the clock. It was 1pm. I had come in at 6am. Somewhere in between, I had lost seven hours. And all I’d really done was just sit there, stare at the wall blankly and try to fi

SERENAThe key sat on my nightstand for another month before I touched it again.I had stopped obsessing. That was the word Lily used, and she was right. I had been obsessing, turning the key over in my hands, staring at the number 247, replaying every conversation and every letter and every possibility until my brain felt like it might short circuit. But something had shifted after the cemetery, after my mother's grave, after the long drive home with the stars overhead and the highway stretching out before me. I had let go. Not completely. Not forever. But enough.Aiden noticed, because Aiden noticed everything. He didn't say anything. He just watched me with those patient eyes, the ones that had seen me through panic attacks and nightmares and the slow, painful work of putting myself back together. He knew I would get there eventually. He just had to wait.It was Hope who finally broke the stalemate.She was playing in our bedroom, the way she did every morning while I got dressed.