All Chapters of My Twin and Fiancé Betrayed Me, So I married His Rival: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

*Andrea's POV*---“Start talking,” I said, my voice low but firm, laced with the exhaustion and fury I could no longer hide. “I’m listening.”She broke into sobs, her shoulders were shaking violently which I found incredibly annoying by the way. For a moment, the only sound was her ragged breathing. She wiped her tears with the back of her trembling hand, smearing mascara across her cheek. “Ma’am… please… I was only adding the black seeds to Mrs. White’s coffee because I thought they would help her relax. That’s all. I swear it on my life.”“Help her relax?” My words came out sharper than I intended, echoing with disbelief and rising anger. I could feel the sting of tears threatening my own eyes....not from sadness, but from the raw fear that had gripped me since I discovered the tampering. “Who taught you that? And how on earth did you come to the conclusion that it was appropriate for a pregnant woman? She’s carrying a child, for God’s sake! One wrong move and everything could be

*Angela's POV*My phone rang at 6:47 AM.I was already awake. I had been awake since five, sitting at the kitchen table with my third cup of coffee and a patient file I had brought home — which I knew I wasn't supposed to do, which Marcus had told me three times this week alone was a problem, which I kept doing anyway because the work followed me home whether I carried it physically or not.I answered before the second ring."Angela. It's the ward. Mr. Richard had a difficult night. His vitals were unstable around three AM, he's settled now but Dr. Osei wants a full team briefing at eight.""I'll be there," I said. "Give me forty minutes."I hung up and was already moving. I left the coffee abandoned, while the file was tucked under my arm, and i headed for the bathroom."Angela."I stopped.Marcus was standing in the bedroom doorway in his pyjamas with Eli on his hip — my son, awake at this unholy hour, his hair sticking up in four directions, a half-eaten piece of toast was in his s

*Angela's POV*The house was dark when I got home.I checked my phone. 11:43 PM. I pressed my eyes shut for a second, standing at the front door with my bag on my shoulder and my feet aching and the particular exhaustion that lives not just in the body but somewhere deeper — in the part of you that keeps going even when everything else has run out.I set my bag down quietly and went straight to Eli's room.He was asleep. Of course he was asleep — it was almost midnight and he was two years old and the world had the decency to keep turning for small children even when their mothers couldn't keep up with it.I stood in the doorway for a moment just looking at him.He was on his side, one arm wrapped around the stuffed elephant Marcus had bought him, his mouth slightly open, his chest rising and falling in that slow, perfect rhythm that only sleeping children have. His hair was sticking up the way it always did after a bath. Marcus had bathed him. Marcus had put him to bed. Marcus had do

*Angela's POV*The morning light filtered through the curtains like it was mocking me. It was my day off, and instead of rest, I was watching my world pack itself into boxes. Marcus moved through our bedroom—our once-shared space with quiet efficiency, folding his shirts and stacking books into the last suitcase. My chest felt so heavy I could barely breathe. This was the man I had planned forever with. Late-night talks about growing old together, dreams of more kids, a bigger house. Now those dreams lay shattered on the floor between us.Eli, my sweet two-year-old, toddled around Marcus’s legs, clutching his favorite toy truck. “Daddy? Where you go?” His little voice trembled, his eyes already filling with tears.I knelt down quickly, pulling him into my arms. The warmth of his small body against mine was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. “Hey, baby. Daddy has a serious business deal far away. He’s going to work hard and come back soon, okay?”“But I no want him go!” El

*Elena's POV*My eyes widened in absolute shock, my heart was slamming against my ribs like it was trying to escape. Liam had just leaned in so close, his warm breath brushing my skin, and used his tongue to lick that bit of pizza sauce right off my cheek. Not his fingers. Not a napkin. His friggin cold tongue. The sensation sent a jolt through me—maybe surprise mixing with something warmer, deeper, that made my cheeks burn hotter than the pizza we’d been eating. I stared at him, questioningly, my mind spinning with a thousand emotions, confusion and embarrassment. And underneath it all, a flutter of something that felt dangerously like longing. After everything— this playful intimacy hit me straight in the heart.“It tastes better from your cheek than from the box,” Liam said with that charming, boyish grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.I lost control completely. A burst of laughter exploded out of me, loud and genuine, cutting through the tension like sunlight breaking clouds