All Chapters of Her Face, My Wife's Shadow : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aria's POV Mila’s nostrils flared as she struggled to catch her breath between sobs.“I told Mr Sterling everything.” The sentence failed to register in my head. “I don't understand, Mila, what did you tell him?”“I…” Mila pressed her trembling lips together, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “I told him everything Joy and Lucy said about Isabella's past.”The room seemed to shrink around me. I tried to steady myself as my fingers slowly slipped from her arms.I stepped back. “I'm sorry, Aria. I didn't mean for it to happen,” her words rushed out in a panic. “As soon as you left the dining room, he began asking about your behavior. He wanted to know why you'd been acting differently and why you were so upset." She wiped her face with her palm, but more tears followed immediately. “I tried to avoid answering him. I even tried to change the subject, but he kept pressing until I didn't know how to respond anymor

Aria's POVI laughed bitterly, trying so hard not to explode. “I wonder how your grandfather will feel when he discovers the truth about his precious granddaughter-in-law. Imagine him learning that the woman he chose for his favorite grandson came from a criminal world.”“Aria!”“How could you?” Tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and relentless, blurring the man standing before me.“How could you keep something this important from me and then have the audacity to yell at me?”A vein throbbed at Alexander’s temple as he fought to keep his temper in check. He drew a slow breath, visibly forcing his emotions beneath the surface.“How did you find out?” he asked quietly. “I know those twins know nothing about the Boss.”“Of course you do," I hissed. “You and your wife seem to have a remarkable talent for keeping secrets from the people who trust you.”“Aria.”He took a step forward. “You know nothing about this,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Tell me how you found out.”I wiped the te

Alexander's POV I stared between them; neither of them disappeared.“Evidence can be fabricated,” the man beside the wardrobe replied.The figure near the window gave a mocking chuckle. “Really?” He pushed away from the glass. “Are you suggesting that Aria Bennett doesn't exist?” He gestured toward the unconscious woman on the bed. “If she doesn't exist, then what about her life in New York?”He began walking slowly, “her family, her friends, her classmates, her neighbors, her colleagues, and all those people who knew her long before she ever met Alex.”He stopped and faced me. “Alexander, Isabella is dead.”The words hit something deep inside me.“She's been dead for five years.”He pointed toward Aria. “And this woman is simply someone who happens to have her face. Stop keeping your hopes alive.”The other version of me stepped away from the wardrobe. “You shouldn't listen to him.”My attention shifted toward him.“Investigate the accident. Find out what really happened to Aria Ben

Alexander's POV A red stain spread across my brother’s chest on his shirt, and his body crumpled.“No…” I caught him before his head could hit the ground.“Gabriel.” Blood seeped between my fingers as I pressed my hands against his wound.“Hey, stay with me, brother. Don't close your eyes.”My mother dropped beside us.“Gab! Look at me,” she cried bitterly. “Your mom is here. Nothing will happen to you.”Gabriel's breathing came in shallow, broken gasps. “Mom…”“Yes… yes, dear. Mummy is here." She drew him close to her.His lips hardly moved. “I'm sorry.”“Don't say that!” She sobbed uncontrollably.“You're going to be fine. Do you hear me? Your brother and I are going to save you.”Gabriel's gaze slowly found mine. “Brother…” His voice became faint. “Save… sister-in-law…” His chest rose with difficulty. “And Mom.”“Don't talk.” I tightened my hold on him. “We're taking you to the hospital now.”A weak smile touched his lips. “Tha… thank you, brother.” His eyes slowly closed as his b

Aria's POV My heart skipped, keeping my face as still as I could while my gaze moved across the hospital room from the corner of my eyes. The white walls, the stainless steel equipment, and the neatly arranged medical supplies—nothing looked useful enough to defend myself with.“Yo… you?” I whispered, trying hard not to look so scared. “I remember you. Aren't you David?” “Yes, but listen to me…” He lifted one hand and took a step toward me.“Someone help…" His palm clamped over my mouth instantly. I jerked backward, but his other arm locked around me, keeping me firmly against the mattress.“Mmm! Mmm!” Panic surged through me. I twisted hard below his grip, trying to pry his hand away. My weak body protested immediately, pain shooting through my muscles as I struggled.“Listen here,” his voice was low, almost pleading. “I don't want to hurt you, but you have to listen to me.”I didn't believe him. I fought harder to make him let me go. He tightened his hold for a moment before leani