All Chapters of Ex-Wife Returns With Secret Baby : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The house was silent, wrapped in the kind of stillness that made every faint sound feel louder. Rain tapped weakly on the window, a rhythm almost too gentle to be real. Elara stepped into the living room, rubbing her temples, exhaustion weighing on her bones.Then she froze.The old laptop—her old laptop—was still open on the small wooden table. The screen glowed faintly in the dim room, displaying a folder she hadn’t touched in years. A folder she wished had never existed.“No…” she breathed, barely audible.Her hand trembled as she reached for the mouse.Inside the folder were pictures—photos of her younger self, photos she had buried in the deepest part of her memory. Photos of her and Liam. Wedding pictures, hospital pictures, a blurry sonogram. The last traces of a life she had tried desperately to erase.Elara’s pulse pounded in her ears.They opened this.The kids… they saw this.Her breath quickened. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, deleting one file after another.Click—

The rain had begun at noon, but by late afternoon it had turned into something heavier, colder, and strangely suffocating. It drummed against the thin wooden walls of the house, seeped through the gaps near the window frames, and cast a grey, trembling filter over everything inside. It was the kind of rain that made even the bravest child feel small.Inside their modest home, Devano sat at the edge of the couch, his school bag opened in front of him. Water from his damp jacket dripped onto the carpet, forming dark spots that slowly merged. He rummaged with trembling hands until his fingers touched nothing but empty fabric. Panic froze him. The paper—the one he had carried all the way to their father’s office—was gone.For a long moment, he simply stared at the hollow space inside his bag. He remembered how wet it had been after falling in a puddle, how he had folded it carefully so it wouldn’t tear any further. He remembered setting it at the top of his things so he could show it to E

The night was supposed to be quiet.Elara had finally put all three children to bed after a long, uneasy day. Devano kept pacing the living room earlier, Dirga jumped every time someone walked past the house, and Leviana clung to her mother like her shadow. Ever since the mysterious note, something in the air around them felt wrong—hollow, stretched, as if the house itself held its breath.Rain tapped softly against the windows. Wind brushed along the sides of the house like a restless whisper.Then—The lights flickered once.Twice.A third time.And everything went dark.Leviana let out a small scream from her bedroom. “Mommy!”Elara’s heart lurched. She had been washing dishes in the kitchen when the power went out, and for a moment she stood still, gripping the wet edge of the counter. It wasn’t the outage that scared her—it was the timing. The suddenness. The way her instincts immediately screamed that this wasn’t random.“Leviana, it’s okay,” Elara called, forcing calm into her

The sun had barely risen when Elara pushed open the door to her small apartment. Pale morning light spilled across the hallway, soft and gray — the kind of light that only made exhaustion more visible.Her eyes were swollen, the skin around them red from tears she had forced herself to hide through the night. Every step felt heavy, as though her bones had absorbed every cruel word Liam had thrown at her.She closed the door quietly, leaning her forehead against it for a moment. She inhaled shakily, trying to steady her breath.Don’t break. Not here. Not in front of them.But when she turned around, she saw her children at the end of the hall.Siena rubbed her sleepy eyes, clutching her stuffed rabbit. “Mommy… you’re home.”Devano, older and far more perceptive, stood perfectly still. His eyes — sharp, protective — swept across her face. His brows tightened.“Mom,” he said quietly, “what happened? Who hurt you?”Elara forced a tired smile. “No one, sweetheart. I’m just tired.”But Deva

The night stretched long and heavy as the rain pattered against Liam’s office windows. He sat alone, the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminating the files spread before him like fragmented memories. His eyes were locked on one particular document that Noah had forwarded — something retrieved by the private investigator he’d hired.A medical report.Dated six years ago.Just days after his divorce from Elara.Liam leaned closer, breath hitching.“Patient arrived in severe psychological distress.Signs of trauma.Placed under temporary police protection.”His grip on the paper tightened, knuckles whitening.Police protection?Trauma?Why? From whom?And why had none of this reached him?He flipped to the next page — blank. Then another — also blank. Entire sections redacted, erased, as if someone had deliberately wiped out every trace of Elara’s suffering.The investigator’s final note sent a chill down Liam’s spine:“Records tampered with.Unusual level of clearance required to hide info