All Chapters of Addicted To The Arranged Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

***~~ZARA~~***Four days had passed, but when you live with an unanswered question, four days can feel like four weeks. And trust me, that was exactly how those four days felt inside the Wright household.Dante hadn't been himself since we left the hospital, and I wasn't talking about some small change only a wife would notice. It was obvious. Anyone who looked at him for more than thirty seconds could tell that something was different.He would leave for work in the morning, come back home in the evening, hold me for a moment in the doorway like he needed the contact, and then disappear into his study for the rest of the night.Sometimes he would come to bed early; other nights, he would still be awake when I finally went to sleep. Whenever I woke during those nights, I could sense the alertness in him even with his eyes closed, that particular wakefulness that told me his mind never fully stopped running.I understood it.I was doing the same thing, honestly, just quietly on my ow

***~~ZARA~~***“Mom, speak up!”Adrian’s voice broke through the silence in a way that made everyone in the room flinch. It wasn’t loud in the way anger usually sounded. It was loud in the way desperation sounded, raw and uncontrolled.“Speak up, Mom!” he demanded, louder this time, his eyes wet and his hands balled at his sides. “I’m losing my patience with you.”Mrs Wright hands shook as she stood there. She opened and closed her mouth several times but said nothing.Her eyes moved from Adrian to Dante, then to her husband and back again, as though she searched for a version of the conversation she could survive.Mr Wright sat on the bed and watched his wife with a deep, quiet disappointment that showed clearly in his expression.Mr Wright had always been the calm one, the reasonable one, the man who found solutions while everyone else created problems.Seeing him sit there and watch her with that expression told me he had already processed more of this than anyone in the room rea

***~~ZARA~~***Mrs Wright moved across the room and dropped to her knees beside Mr Wright’s chair. But instead of feeling sorry for her, I felt strangely numb. Maybe I should have felt something in a moment like that or I should have looked at her tears and seen a woman who finally regretted what she had done.But after everything that had come out of her mouth, I couldn’t just take her tears at face value anymore.There was too much behind them. Too many secrets and years of choices that had hurt people who never even knew the full truth.So while she knelt there in front of her husband with tears running down her face, part of me couldn’t help wondering how much of this was genuine regret and how much came from the fear of finally losing the life she had spent years protecting.“I know I was wrong,” she said, her voice cracking. “I know I hid something this important from you and from this family, and I should not have done it. But I was scared, Richard. I was terrified of what y

***~~ZARA~~***There was absolutely no way I was going back inside that mansion, and I wanted to be very clear about that.This was not some dramatic decision where I stormed out and decided everyone had suddenly become my enemy. No. This was a survival decision.The air inside that house had become the kind you could practically choke on. The place felt packed with secrets, tears, accusations, family history, and enough tension to make me wonder how the walls were still standing.In one evening, everything that family thought they knew about themselves had cracked wide open, and somehow, I had been sitting right in the middle of it.At this point, I was done.I couldn't go back inside and pretend I knew what to say to anyone. What exactly was I supposed to do? Comfort my mother-in-law? Absolutely not. Ask Adrian how he felt about being adopted? Definitely not. Sit quietly beside my father-in-law while he processed the fact that half of his family history had been kept from him?No

***~~ZARA~~***Ethan’s place had a whole vibe I hadn’t expected, and even in the state I was in, I noticed it the moment we walked through the door. It wasn’t flashy or trying too hard to impress anyone. It was simply clean, calm, and put together in a way that fit who he was.Everything seemed to have its place, and nothing looked like it existed just to show off. The lighting was soft, the space felt peaceful, and the entire apartment had this quiet, settled atmosphere that made me feel like I could finally unclench for a minute.Yeah, this was exactly the kind of home I expected Ethan to have. The guy practically treated efficiency like a personality trait, so of course his place reflected that too. Nothing looked out of place, and I had a feeling that if someone moved an item without putting it back where it belonged, Ethan would somehow notice.We walked into his room and found him exactly where I knew we would find him: sitting on his bed with his laptop open in front of him,