All Chapters of The Substitute Wife's Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Two weeks passed in a blur.Alena went through the same routine every day—physical therapy in the morning, learning about Serena Blackwood in the afternoon, British accent practice with Ethan in the evening, and watching Serena's videos at night.Her body grew stronger. She could now walk nearly twenty meters without assistance. Her hands no longer trembled when holding a spoon. Her breathing was more regular.But her heart? Her heart grew heavier—because each day she moved further from Alena Kensington and closer to becoming Serena Blackwood.And today... was the day she both feared and anticipated most.The day of the final surgery.That morning, Dr. Helena arrived earlier than usual. Behind her, two nurses carried medical equipment."Good morning, Mrs. Serena," Dr. Helena greeted with a professional smile. "Big day, isn't it?"Alena sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap."I'm... nervous.""That's normal," Dr. Helena said while checking the medical files.

Three days after the bandages were removed, Alena still wasn't used to her new face.Every time she passed a mirror, she flinched. Every time she saw her reflection in a window, her heart raced. The face was beautiful, elegant, perfect. But foreign. Like wearing a mask that could never be removed.That morning, Ethan arrived earlier than usual. In his hands was a large brown leather bag that looked full of documents."Good morning, Mrs. Aldrich," he greeted with a professional smile, but his eyes widened slightly when he saw Serena's face for the first time without bandages. "Wow... Dr. Helena is truly skilled. You... you really look like her."Serena sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her hands that still showed burn scars—the only evidence that she wasn't the real Serena."I know this is difficult," Ethan said more gently, pulling up a chair. "But we have to continue. There's something important we need to discuss today. About your legal identity.""Legal identity?" Serena asked

The next morning started earlier than Serena had hoped.At six a.m., her door was already knocked loudly—not the gentle knock of a nurse, but a firm, professional one."Mrs. Aldrich, time to wake up. We have a packed schedule today."Ethan's voice sounded from outside the door, with a tone too cheerful for this hour.Serena stirred in bed, her body still tired from last night spent contemplating all the legal documents shown yesterday. Marriage certificate. Status as a wife. An identity becoming increasingly real and binding."Five more minutes," Serena murmured quietly."No five minutes," Ethan answered while opening the door—without permission. In his hands was a large clipboard with a very full schedule. "Starting today, you'll undergo intensive transformation. Physical, mental, and behavioral. Let's begin."Serena sat up with difficulty, rubbing her face. "What other transformation? My face has changed. My identity is legal. What else is missing?"Ethan smiled—a smile that wasn't

Three weeks passed in a routine that drained her physically and mentally.Every morning, Serena woke at five—practiced walking in high heels for an hour, followed by breakfast with perfect table manners (closely monitored by Ethan), then reading books about art until lunchtime.Afternoons were filled with British accent training—pronouncing word after word with proper intonation, eliminating traces of the American accent stuck to her tongue.Evenings were for social interaction practice—how to talk to wealthy people, how to respond to compliments, how to decline politely, even how to laugh elegantly.And nights... were the hardest.Because at night, Serena had to memorize Serena Blackwood's past—a past that wasn't hers, but that she had to remember as if she'd lived it.Tonight, Ethan came with a larger bag than usual. Inside weren't books or legal documents, but stacks of photo albums and boxes containing personal belongings."Today," he said while placing everything on the table, "w

The last week at the clinic felt different.Not because the routine changed—Serena still went through the same training, still memorized details about Serena Blackwood's past, still practiced interactions with Kaevan. But something was nagging at her mind.Something she could no longer ignore.Unanswered questions.About the real Serena. About her death. About... Tristan.That morning, Ethan came as usual with his clipboard and packed schedule. But Serena was already waiting for him with a different look—more serious, more demanding."Ethan," she called even before the man lcould sit down. "I need to talk."Ethan frowned. "Of course. About what? Is there a problem with yesterday's training?""Not about training," Serena answered while closing the art book she'd been reading. "About Serena. The real one."Ethan's expression changed—from professional to guarded."What do you want to know?" he asked carefully while setting down his clipboard.Serena took a deep breath. "You said Serena d