All Chapters of HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I did not move.The test sat on the edge of the sink where I had set it down, and I stayed exactly where I was, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet with my knees pulled to my chest like I was seventeen again, hiding from a truth I did not yet have a name for.Two lines.Not one. Two, steady and pink, the kind of clarity that left no room for a different reading no matter how long I looked at it, and I looked at it for a long time.My hand found my stomach before my brain caught up with what it was doing.The mansion came back first, uninvited, the way it always did whenever my body reminded me it had done this before. Damien's face across a dinner table, saying the word inconvenient like it belonged in the same sentence as a child. His mother's voice, thin and satisfied, asking whether I had considered what a scandal like this would do to the family name. The cold hallway I had stood in at two in the morning, alone, deciding I would rather raise a baby in a hostel than raise one i

I stood there with my hand still on the door, replaying the question, sure I had misheard it."What?""Nothing," Damien said, already reaching for his jacket, the moment closing over itself so fast I almost doubted it had opened at all. "Forget I said it.""You don't get to say something like that and then tell me to forget it.""Noah.""Why would you ask me that."He came around the table, and for a second I thought he was actually going to answer, that whatever had put that hard, frightened look on his face a moment ago was going to come out in words I could use. Instead he just put a hand briefly on my shoulder, the way he did sometimes when he wanted contact but did not trust himself with more."I was only asking," he said. "It's a fair thing to ask. You should know the man raising your future sibling as well as you think you do.""That's not an answer. That's a deflection wearing an answer's clothes."Something flickered behind his eyes, almost pride, quickly buried. "You've been

(Amelia's POV)The words did not land the way I expected words like that to land. I had spent years bracing for some version of this exact sentence, some late-night phone call, some woman at some door, some fresh humiliation wearing an old shape, and now that it had finally arrived I felt strangely, terribly calm, the calm of a woman standing very still at the edge of something she has not yet decided whether to fall into.Somewhere behind that calm, a much smaller, much younger version of myself was already screaming, the one who had stood in a different driveway seventeen years ago and heard a different kind of devastating news delivered in a similarly composed voice. I pushed her down. I would need her later, possibly, but not yet."No," I said.Serena tilted her head slightly, unbothered. "No?""I don't believe you.""I'm not asking you to believe me. Not yet." She reached into the bag at her shoulder, unhurried, and produced a small stack of photographs, holding them out through

(Amelia's POV)I turned to Ethan.I did not have to ask the question out loud. It was already standing between us, taking up all the space in the driveway that was not currently occupied by Serena's patient, waiting calm. Around us the house had gone strangely quiet, the kind of quiet that only exists in the middle of the night when everyone inside is pretending to be asleep and failing at it.Ethan's jaw worked once before he spoke, like he was choosing which version of the truth would cost him the least, and hating himself for even having to choose."I paid a hospital bill," he said. "Years ago. For her."Something in my chest, already cracked from everything else tonight, cracked further."Why."I asked it quietly, though nothing about the moment felt quiet."She was connected to someone who used to work for me. One of my old employees, back when the company was smaller, before I could afford a proper HR department to catch things like this. The employee vanished during a family em

We did not go back to bed.I do not think either of us seriously considered it, not with Hong Kong sliding and Tokyo still open and a headline sitting at the top of every feed I refused to keep checking and kept checking anyway. Ethan made coffee neither of us drank. It sat cooling between us on the table, a small useless ritual, the kind of thing people do with their hands when their hands need somewhere to go that isn't reaching for a phone every ninety seconds. I sat at the kitchen table with three screens open, watching numbers I had spent seventeen years learning to read the way other people read weather, and none of what I was reading tonight looked like weather. It looked like a forecast for something worse.Somewhere upstairs, Noah's light was still on. I could see the thin gold line of it under his door every time I crossed the hallway for more coffee neither of us needed. I did not knock. He would come down when he was ready, and pushing him toward readiness before he had bu