All Chapters of Married by Fate, Broken by Love: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Aliya's POVI couldn't take my eyes off the photograph.The image had clearly been taken years ago, long before Dylan and I ever met, long before Project Renewal became part of our lives, and long before hidden truths began surfacing one after another. My mother stood beside Evelyn Calloway near a lakeside property, both women smiling with the kind of ease people carried when they trusted the person beside them. There was no tension in their expressions and no sign of fear or secrecy. They looked like friends. Real friends. The realization unsettled me because my mother had never once mentioned Evelyn Calloway.I carefully picked up the photograph while trying to steady my breathing. The edges had faded with time, but the faces remained unmistakable. My mother looked younger than I remembered, and seeing her that way stirred memories I hadn't revisited in years. She had always been quiet about the past, particularly whenever conversations drifted toward my father. As a child, I interp

Aliya's POV The room seemed to narrow around me as Evelyn's words settled into the air. I stared at her, waiting for clarification that never came, because surely there had to be some mistake. The past two days had already overturned everything I thought I knew about family, loyalty, and history. Learning that my father had entered Project Renewal voluntarily had shaken me deeply enough. Learning that I had a sibling somewhere in the world felt almost impossible to absorb. But hearing that she wasn't missing at all changed the meaning of every question I had been asking."What do you mean she's been hiding in plain sight?" I asked carefully.My voice sounded calm, though I could feel my pulse racing beneath my skin. Beside me, Dylan's hand remained firmly wrapped around mine, and the warmth of his touch steadied me more than he probably realized. There was something comforting about the fact that even as our lives grew more complicated, he remained constant. Over the past months, I h

Aliya's POV The key sat on the table between us, small enough to fit in the palm of my hand and yet heavy enough to alter the course of multiple lives. I stared at it while my mind struggled to absorb everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours. My father had not abandoned us. My mother had hidden truths she believed would protect me. I had a twin sister who had lived an entire life without me knowing she existed. Each revelation felt like a thread pulled from the fabric of my identity, leaving behind questions where certainty used to be. Through all of it, the only thing that remained steady was the warmth of Dylan's hand wrapped around mine.The realization struck me with unexpected force.If someone had asked me months ago what safety looked like, I would have given a practical answer. I might have said financial security, stability, or predictability. Now I understood that safety sometimes had nothing to do with circumstances and everything to do with people. Sit

Aliya's POVThe message stayed on Dylan's phone screen while silence settled heavily across the room.I read the sentence again because part of me hoped I had misunderstood it the first time. You found the wrong sister. The words were simple enough, but their implications were anything but. Over the past twenty-four hours, my understanding of my family had been dismantled piece by piece. I had learned that my father willingly entered Project Renewal, that my mother carried secrets she never shared, and that Martha might be my twin sister. Now an anonymous message was suggesting that even this revelation was incomplete. At this point, I no longer knew which truths to trust.Detective Morris stepped forward and examined the message closely.His expression remained controlled, but I had spent enough time around him to recognize concern when I saw it. Investigators liked evidence because evidence could be tested, verified, and challenged. Anonymous messages were different. They lived in u

Aliya's POVThe message from Detective Morris changed everything.I stared at Dylan's phone while trying to process the information, but the words refused to settle into anything that made sense. Sophia Calloway. The name felt familiar, yet I couldn't immediately place it. My mind was already overloaded with revelations about my father, my mother, Project Renewal, and Martha. Now another woman had entered the story, connected to the church, connected to Martha, and apparently important enough for Morris to contact us immediately. Every answer seemed to create three new questions, and for the first time since this investigation began, exhaustion threatened to overwhelm me.Dylan noticed immediately.He always did.Without saying anything, he guided me toward a small sitting area near the hallway window. The storm outside had weakened, but rain still streaked the glass in uneven patterns. For a few moments, neither of us spoke. I rested my head against his shoulder again and focused on