All Chapters of His Dead Wife: No Longer the Surrogate Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Althea woke with a loud gasp, opening her eyes and staring at the ceiling.For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. The only thing she felt is that her body was warm, too warm, her skin hypersensitive, her breath uneven.The room was dim, early dawn leaking through the curtains in a pale wash of gray.Then reality settled, finally knowing she’s in the guest bedroom.The unfamiliar stillness. The distant hum of the city waking up.And the echo of the dream.She lay very still, eyes fixed on the ceiling, pulse racing as if she had been running as she gripped the sheets around her.Her body betrayed her before her mind could fully retreat.Heat lingered low and undeniable. It was an intimate reminder that sleep had loosened the guard she worked so hard to maintain while awake.It had been Dominic.Not as he was now, but the Dominic she had lived with years ago in this very apartment. The Dominic who l

The apartment was quiet in a way that felt unnatural since Jessica was moved to the Devereaux complex.It’s not the deliberate silence that Althea had cultivated since she was left in the apartment alone with Dominic. It was measured, controlled, and carefully distant, but something heavier, as if the space itself was waiting.The afternoon light pooled on the marble floor, catching dust motes that drifted lazily in the air. Outside, the city moved on, unaware that inside this luxury high-rise, time had begun to coil backward.Althea stood near the window arms crossed tightly over her chest. She stared down at the city, her mind somewhere else.She had been there for several minutes, unmoving, staring at nothing in particular. The reflection in the glass showed a woman composed on the surface, but her eyes betrayed her. They were too alert and too guarded.Dominic noticed as he always did.He is standing by the kitchen island, pretending to read something on his tablet, though his att

Althea had always believed that panic announced itself loudly.A scream. A collapse. A sharp, uncontrollable reaction that left no doubt something had gone wrong.But this time, it’s too quiet.The room seemed to recede from her, edges softening, sound dulling, as if the world had wrapped itself in cotton. It was the strange calm that settled over her body while her heart thundered violently against her ribs, each beat too fast, too hard.Nicholas.Her fingers curled around the phone until her knuckles burned.On the other end of the line, Helena’s voice stayed steady through effort alone as she continued to explain. Althea knew that voice. Had learned to read it the way she read patient charts. The voice shows how tension hid beneath precision, how fear disguised itself as control.“He’s stable for now,” Helena was saying. “But his levels are dropping faster than we anticipated. We’ve started matching protocols, but with his blood type, our windows are narrowing.”Althea swallowed. T

Dominic remained awake.While the Devereaux complex sank into its controlled stillness with the corridors being dimmed, footsteps softened, systems humming beneath layers of silence, he remained awake, seated in the observation lounge overlooking the private wing.He watched the security feeds not because he expected an immediate threat, but because vigilance had suddenly become instinct.The fact he had found Nicholas, then his family will eventually too.It wasn’t arrogance.He knew it well enough.The Valtieri family did not miss anomalies. They are smart and cunning enough to notice patterns, gaps, absences. They counted bloodlines the way other dynasties counted land. A missing heir was not something will forget.They will hunt and Dominic knows the truth.His son lay asleep two floors below him, a thin IV line delivering borrowed strength back into his small body.His blood.The thought carried a weight he had never prepared for, something heavier than power or responsibility. H

There were no alarms.No urgent calls placed to Dominic’s private line for sudden confrontations.The discovery arrived the way all dangerous truths did in the Valtieri family. It came quietly, inevitably, through data that could not be persuaded to forget.Blood had entered the system and once logged, it just won’t belong to one hospital.Seconds from the transfusion at the Devereaux complex, encrypted medical registries immediately synchronized across international networks to government-backed databases, private hospital consortia, legacy systems older than most nations.Safeguards delayed access and firewalls slowed it.But nothing could stop it.An anomaly had appeared where it shouldn’t have existed.A four-year-old child with bloodline markers incompatible with coincidence.By the time the system finished its silent cross-check, the Valtieri chamber was already sealed.The stone doors slid into place without ceremony, locking the elders inside. This room had never been meant fo