All Chapters of My Ex Husband Chose My Sister: Now he wants me back Too Late: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DECLANThe look on Milly’s face stayed with me long after Adrian left the room.Not the kind she showed when the world was watching.Not the kind she hid behind polite smiles and perfect posture.The real kind. The kind that appeared when she realized something from her past had followed her into the life she was trying to rebuild.And I hated that I understood it.Because I knew exactly what it felt like to have something buried refuse to stay buried.I picked up my phone.“Adrian.”He answered immediately.“Already working on it.”“Start with Isaac Brooke’s study.”A pause.“You think the break-in was connected to the documents?”“I know it was.”“Milly said someone was looking for them?”“She didn’t have to.”I looked toward the hallway where she had disappeared minutes earlier.“Whoever entered that house ignored everything valuable and went straight for the room where Isaac kept his private files.”Adrian was silent.Then,“That means whoever it was knew what they were looking fo

MILLYI used to think powerful rooms were built to remind people like me that we didn’t belong in them.The expensive suits. The perfectly rehearsed smiles. The quiet conversations where everyone seemed to know something you didn’t.For years, I had walked into rooms like that beside Isaac and felt like a decoration.His wife.The woman standing beside him. The person people looked through instead of at.But today, when I stepped into the Laurent Foundation board meeting, something felt different.Maybe because I was finally walking in as myself.“Stop looking like you’re about to apologize for breathing.”I looked at Nancy beside me and frowned. I had invited her over too.“I don’t look like that.”She raised an eyebrow.“You absolutely do.”I smiled slightly.“I’m just nervous.”“You’re sitting at a table with people who have billions of dollars and somehow you’re worried they won’t like you?”“They’re intimidating.”Nancy looked around the room.“They’re humans wearing expensive cl

DECLANI had seen that face before.The moment Milly handed me the photograph, something buried deep in my memory surfaced.A file.. A sealed file.One that had never been meant to leave Laurent archives.I kept my expression controlled because that was what I had spent my entire life learning to do.Control first.React later.But the second I looked at the photograph again, I knew this was not random.Not a coincidence. Not a stranger with a similar face.The woman in the picture was connected to something my family had spent years trying to bury.“Milly.”Her eyes immediately lifted to mine.“What?”I placed the photograph back on the table carefully.“Where exactly did you get this?”“I already told you. It was delivered to the penthouse.”“By who?”“I don’t know.”I watched the frustration build in her face. The same frustration I had seen whenever someone spoke around her instead of to her.“Everyone keeps doing this,” she said suddenly.I frowned.“Doing what?”“Talking like my

MILLYThe black SUV hummed along the winding private road, leaving the flashing cameras and shouting reporters behind us like a fever dream I was finally waking from. I leaned my head against the cool glass, watching the Washington suburbs dissolve into dense trees and rolling hills. My hand still ached from how tightly I’d gripped my bag when Declan had pulled me out of the apartment earlier.He sat beside me, quiet and solid, one arm resting along the back of the seat. Not touching, but close enough that I felt the warmth of him anyway.“We’ll stay at the estate,” he said, breaking the silence. His voice was lower out here, less edged with the weight of the city. “Just for a little while. Until this chaos calms down.”I turned to look at him. In the fading light, the sharp lines of his face had softened somehow. “Your family’s place?”“One of them.” A faint curve touched his mouth. “High security. No press and no performances.”I nodded, something tight in my chest easing just a

MILLYThe mask itched behind my ear, but I didn’t care.Gold and black lace, curling up past my temple, hiding half my face from a room full of people who’d spent months dissecting every inch of it. There was something freeing about that. Nobody could read my expression tonight. Not even me, half the time, looking in the mirror before we left.The ballroom glittered like something out of a different century. Chandeliers dripping light onto marble. Masked faces everywhere, silk and velvet, the low hum of an orchestra somewhere beyond the crowd. Washington’s most powerful people, all pretending for one night that they weren’t exactly who they were.Declan stood beside me in black, mask simple, sharp along the jaw. He hadn’t said much since we arrived. That wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was the way he kept glancing at me like he was trying to memorize something.“You’re staring,” I said.“I’m observing.”“That’s not different.”The corner of his mouth moved. Almost a smile. I was