Semua Bab My Twin and Fiancé Betrayed Me, So I married His Rival: Bab 31 - Bab 40

*Andrea's POV*The house was quiet in the mornings.I liked it that way. Just me, my coffee, and the particular satisfaction of walking through a space like I owned it ... which, technically, I did not. But technicalities had never particularly interested me.I moved down the upstairs hallway in my silk robe and my fluffy socks, my mug was warm between both palms, taking my time the way I always did when Liam wasn't home to make pointed comments about my schedule.He had left for work an hour ago.Which meant the house belonged to me and my coffee and my thoughts.And apparently Elena.I heard her voice before I reached her door ...muffled through the wood, bright and quick, the particular tone of someone wrapping up a phone call."Yes, I'll be down in ten minutes. Just give me a second to grab my things..."I stopped walking.And stared at her door.I rolled my eyes so thoroughly I felt it in the back of my skull. She was going out. Somewhere. With someone. Liam's wife, carrying Lia

*Elena's POV**There was a bright first.Then pain came almost immediately.I became aware of them in that order... the pale, clinical brightness pressing against my closed eyelids, and then the dull, insistent ache that was coming from everywhere at once and had clearly been waiting for me to wake up before announcing itself properly.I opened my eyes.Squinted immediately.The ceiling was white. The room smelled of antiseptic and something faintly floral, and there was a steady, quiet beeping somewhere to my left that told me exactly where I was before the rest of my brain had finished loading.Hospital.I was in a hospital."She's waking up." A voice ....sounded familiar and close. "Doctor, she's waking up."I turned my head slowly. The movement sent a low throb through my temples that I chose to ignore.A face came into focus.It was Andrea.She was standing right beside my bed, her hand already reaching for mine, her eyes ... and this was the part that surprised me, the part I wa

*Eliza's POV*---I stood outside his door for longer than I intended.My hand was raised. Ready to knock. And then I thought — why was i reluctant? I was his wife. His legal wife, the one whose name was on the certificate, the one who had stood at that altar and said the words and signed the papers. I did not need to knock on his door before I can come in, it's my house too.I turned the handle and walked in.Alexander was standing at his mirror, halfway through buttoning his shirt — crisp and white, the kind he wore to the office. His fingers paused. He looked at me in the reflection first, and then turned around slowly."A knock," he said, his voice was measured, "would have been nice."I ignored that completely.I walked toward him steady and deliberate, then i reached up and took over the buttons. My fingers worked from the middle upward, unhurried, like this was something I did every morning. Like I was a wife who did this. Like we were that kind of marriage.His hands came up a

*Angela's POV*---My feet were killing me.That was the first thought I had when I turned my key in the lock ...it wasn't the regular "I'm home" or "I'm safe" or any of the warm things a person is supposed to feel when they reach their front door at the end of the day. Just a very honest, very direct acknowledgement that my feet had been staging a protest since hour six of a twelve hour shift and they were done being ignored about it.I pushed the door open.And immediately everything that had been heavy about the day got a little lighter.Marcus was standing in the middle of the living room with Eli on his hip — my son, my ridiculous, beautiful, gap-toothed two year old and Eli was mid-sentence about something that clearly required both hands to explain, except one of his hands was full of a toy car so he was explaining it with one hand and the toy car and a level of seriousness that made my whole chest ache with love.Marcus looked up and saw me."Hey." His voice was warm. "There

*Andrea's POV*---My eyes grew really wide with shock "What are you doing?"Rosa spun around so fast she nearly knocked the mug off the counter entirely. Her hand flew behind her back ...which was the single least subtle thing a person could have done in that moment and she stared at me with her chest heaving and her eyes enormous."I ... I'm...." She swallowed. "I'm making a coffee for Mrs. White."I looked at her.Then I looked at the mug.Then I looked at the hand she had put behind her back."What," I said, very clearly and very calmly, "are you adding to her coffee?"Something moved across her face ... a calculation, fast and visible, the look of someone running through options and selecting one. She pulled her hand back around to the front. Opened her palm and showed me, a small dark container, something granular inside it. And she laughed.A small, light, dismissive little laugh.Directed at me.I felt something very cold settle in my chest. Was she mocking me?I was thirsty