All Chapters of The 10-Million Dollars Divorce: My Missing Wife, Her Hidden Pregnancy, and My Regret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Linda’s POVA week had passed since Hannah left the Jefferson estate, and the air inside one of the mansion’s grand rooms was thick with excitement and triumph.I held a glass of crisp white wine in my hand and met the gaze of my mother, Susie Jefferson, who sat across from me. The chandelier lights glittered in both our eyes, heightening the celebratory mood. On the table, the faint scent of expensive champagne lingered from an emptied bottle.“Linda, you really did it…!”My mother’s voice trembled with joy. Her eyes shone, as if a long-held wish had finally come true.My mother married into the Jefferson family as a second wife. She had no blood relation to Hannah; I was her only biological child. When the prestigious Harrison family proposed a marriage alliance, my mother urged my father to send me instead.But both my father and grandfather chose Hannah without hesitation, as the eldest daughter. My mother had swallowed her frustration, and once Ethan and Hannah were married,

Hannah’s POV“Hannah, how are you feeling?”A gentle voice reached my ears. When I turned my head, I saw Dr. Mitchell, the Jefferson family’s private physician.I lay on my back staring up at the white ceiling, nerves humming through my body. This was a private hospital suite. The room itself looked no different from a hotel, but the nurses who came by now and then and the faint smell of disinfectant lingering in the air made it impossible to forget where I was. In a few hours, I would be taken in for a C-section. Anxiety and excitement swirled together in my chest.Ever since I was driven out of the Jefferson household by Linda and my stepmother, Dr. Mitchell had become the only person I could truly rely on. He visited often, even on days without appointments, checking on me at the villa and at the hospital.“I am a little nervous,” I admitted, “but I just want to meet them. I want to see my babies as soon as I can.”He watched over me with a warmth that never crossed the line,

Hannah’s POVOnce the nurses carried the twins away, Dr. Mitchell stayed quietly beside me.“Congratulations, Hannah. Truly.”Relief and joy softened his features. His warm gaze filled my chest with gratitude.“Dr. Mitchell… thank you. If it had not been for you, I don’t think I could have…”“No,” he said gently. “I didn’t do anything. You were strong. You did incredibly well.”My throat tightened, and I could not bring myself to say anything more. Sensing that, he pulled me into a gentle embrace and smoothed a hand over my hair.“D-Dr. Mitchell…?”“Oh—my apologies,” he said quickly. “I have been by your side through your entire pregnancy and delivery. The moment just… got to me.”He stepped back, but there was a glimmer in his eyes that matched the tears in mine.The weight I had carried for months pressed down all at once. I had never been able to tell Ethan I was pregnant. Someone had tried to harm me. My own family believed the babies belonged to another man. And on the d

Hannah’s POVWe’re still legally married…? That can’t be right. I signed the divorce agreement and the divorce papers Ethan handed me before I left the house. Everything should have been finalized…After clearing up the misunderstanding, I went to Ethan’s company the very next day to tell him about the pregnancy and try to rebuild our relationship. But in the underground parking garage, I saw him meeting secretly with Linda. She was already talking to him about their future after the divorce. Seeing that with my own eyes shattered whatever courage I had left. I ran home and packed without ever telling him I was pregnant.“This… this can’t be happening,” I whispered, my voice shaking.I tried to figure out how the divorce could still be incomplete. Maybe there had been an error on the paperwork or maybe Ethan simply forgot to file it. But the divorce form required nothing except signatures, so the chance of a mistake was low. And Ethan, who always did everything perfectly, forgettin

Hannah’s POVLying in my hospital bed, I clutched my phone with trembling hands.On the screen was a name I had not seen in months: Ethan Harrison.Ever since Melvin told me that Ken and Amber’s birth registrations were rejected, a tight pain had been lodged in my chest. My heart wouldn’t calm down, beating in an uneven, anxious rhythm.Ethan and I were still legally married. I needed to know why he never filed the divorce papers. I needed to hear the truth from him.All my fears rushed back at once. The last time I saw Ethan was the day he told me he wanted a divorce. The next day, I saw him with Linda, and that broke the last of my strength. I signed the papers and left. Since then, I had avoided all contact, convinced that severing all ties was the only way to survive.But now, things were different. For my children’s legal status, I had no choice but to ask for his cooperation.I forced myself to breathe, gathered every ounce of courage I had left, and pressed the call butto