All Chapters of The Rejected wife: Hidden Heiress finds true love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The first and only time I slept with my husband of two years was five months ago And if I told you I remembered the experience clearly, I’d be a big fat liar. But to give Edward some credit, I do remember how exhausted I was afterward… how my legs trembled for days and how it took almost a week before I could walk normally again. A beast. That much, I remember. That night had felt perfect. Romantic. Special. We had dinner at Lex Hotel. And no, I’m saying the name because it matters. Lex wasn’t just some fancy restaurant people posted online to show off overpriced meals. In county X it meant luxury wrapped in gold. A place reserved for politicians, billionaires, celebrities and people whose names carried weight. Edward and I lived comfortably, but dining there was the kind of thing ordinary people did once every few years, if they were lucky. And he chose to take me. Not his business partners. Not his family. Not his friends. Me. I remember sitting across from him that nig

I stood up before he could finish. My hands trembled violently as I walked out of the house. Outside, I entered the first Uber I saw. “Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked gently. I stared blankly ahead. “Just drive,” I whispered. “Anywhere. I’ll pay.” And then I broke. I cried for hours. Not elegant tears. Not silent tears. Ugly, painful sobs that made it hard to breathe. The driver never spoke. Never stared. Never asked questions. And somehow, I appreciated that more than comfort. Because the truth was… I had nobody. I was an orphan. Or at least, I thought I was. Five months ago, the powerful Rue family found me and claimed I was their missing daughter—the child kidnapped at four years old. They told me I had four older brothers. A sister. Parents who had spent years searching for me. I rejected them over and over again. Because I thought Edward was my family. And five months ago… That was around the same time he finally “slept” with me. I

The voice on the phone belonged to the woman I had called Mother for twenty years. Funny enough, she had never truly acted like one. Her family adopted me when I was four years old. Back then, while my adoptive father was alive, I never once suspected I wasn’t their biological child. He treated me gently. Fairly. Like I belonged. But the moment he died… Everything changed. The truth came out like poison spilling from a wound. I was adopted. And the woman I called Mother made sure I never forgot it again. From that day onward, my life became a living hell. The only time she ever called me was when she needed money. Money for bills. Money for her son. Money for her daughter. Money for herself. I became less of a daughter and more of a walking ATM. At one point, I even dropped out of college and worked four different jobs just to support them. I barely slept. Barely ate. I ruined my health trying to make sure they lived comfortably. I paid monthly allowances to the wom

A week after finding out she was pregnant, Judith finally felt like she could breathe again. The panic that had consumed her during those first few days had settled into something more manageable. She still had moments when reality hit her unexpectedly, usually when she woke up in the morning and remembered there was a tiny life growing inside her. But she wasn't scared anymore. Not entirely scared she'd say. Her family made sure of that. On Saturday morning, Judith came downstairs expecting a quiet breakfast. Instead, she walked into complete chaos. "What is happening?" The dining room looked like the aftermath of a corporate takeover. Boxes of different shapes and types covered the table. Shopping bags occupied half the chairs. Someone had spread brochures across nearly every available surface. Julian stood in the middle of it all, looking very pleased with himself. "Perfect timing." Judith narrowed her eyes. "Why do I suddenly feel nervous?" Ava, who was helping her