All Chapters of The Wife You Shouldn't Have Lost : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The day had just ended for Adrian, though he didn't care that it wasn't yet time for him to leave the office. He still had so much to do for the day, and he wanted to head home quickly after finishing the last document he was supposed to review.Upon getting home, he recalled that his lawyer had called to inform him about some properties Layla was planning to sell off.He paused mid-step, wondering if he should head inside or just leave. He was exhausted, and the only things he needed right now were a fresh shower and dinner since he had skipped lunch.He shrugged and turned back toward his car, but the mention of his name made him halt.“Adrian!”That was his father's voice, yet he couldn't see him anywhere nearby, even after looking around.“Come to the living room!”That was what he heard next before turning on his heels and making his way inside.The moment he entered the room, he saw his stepmother and sister, but Xavier was nowhere in sight.After what had happened and the littl

The information Joshua had shared weighed heavily on Harthwore's mind.He didn't know what to believe or whether he should even believe his son. Every one of them was filled with doubt.There was no way he could easily accept that the people they considered their closest friends — people they regarded as family — could do something like this to them.What could possibly be their reason?They hadn't accepted Layla as their lost daughter, but even if they had planned to adopt her, that shouldn't have been anyone else's concern.Joshua glanced up from his laptop to look at his father.Since walking into the office, Harthwore had remained standing silently, one hand resting on the desk while the other stayed on his waist.It was almost amusing how calm he appeared on the outside, yet Joshua understood his father well enough to know otherwise.Learning that a family he respected so deeply might have had something to do with his sister's gallery fire was not something Harthwore could proces

They stared intently at the hospital room door, waiting for either the doctors or nurses to step outside. At that moment, panic was the only thing they understood, and it sat heavily in Nolan's mind.If someone would just come out and tell them Zara was fine, perhaps the tension suffocating them would finally ease.Fifteen long minutes passed before the door slowly creaked open.But no one stepped out.It remained slightly open for a brief second before shutting again.Their hearts instantly sank.Zara had never been a sick child.She was healthy, cheerful, and full of energy.There had never been any serious complaints about her health. Even when she felt unwell, she usually told either Sophia or Ashley immediately, and they never delayed giving her medication when necessary.So how had things suddenly become serious enough for her to be rushed to the hospital?Nolan held tightly onto his wife, who had been trembling ever since they arrived.Zara wasn't Ashley's biological daughter,

Layla had been in the office since she arrived, yet not even her staff were aware she was around. The one thing she never thought she would do had been on her mind, and somehow, she still wanted to go through with it.Since arriving at the office, her thoughts had been on the information she was told earlier. She didn't want to believe it was true, but on second thought, what if it wasn't a lie?They hated her, and this could be their way of luring her into a trap so they could hold her captive. Considering Ashley was the one who called, she wanted to believe the authenticity of the news, but Ashley couldn't be trusted.She couldn't dwell on it forever, not when she had jobs to attend to and the show was around the corner. They needed to wrap things up. If Zara died, that wasn't her problem. Zara had never regarded her as a mother, and to date, she still doesn't want to see her.She marched out of the office, striding toward the staff area, when she met a few of them bringing their wo

As scheduled, Adrian was already waiting at the location with the remaining balance for the job. He didn’t even hesitate to rethink his decision; his mind was already made up, especially after finding out that he was responsible for the lawyer’s death. The truth was slowly beginning to reveal itself, even before they dug deeper. If he was connected and working with Mrs. Ruth, a renowned lawyer, then something fishy was definitely going on, and they needed to uncover it. The wait lasted for about ten minutes before Adrian began to hear approaching footsteps. “Punctuality, huh?” he murmured, loud enough for the man to hear, though the figure didn’t respond. The man took a seat right in front of him, resting both hands on the desk. “I apologize. I had another client. I couldn’t miss the job.” “It’s fine,” Adrian responded, pushing the balance toward him. “That’s your payment for the job. Everything is complete. You can ask your men to check it out.” “Check it out?” The man let out