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LET'S GO BACK INSIDE AND FINISH THIS

Chapter 91Riley still couldn't believe everything happening she still felt the need to say it again so Ashton wouldn't begin to change his mind.She turned towards him and took his hands with hers."Ashton... back inside, I told you I never cheated," she said softly, her voice still trembling from the shock. "I meant it. I’ve never been with another man. Frederick was the only one. I swear to you.""I know, Riley," he said gently, taking both of her cold hands in his instead of the other way round. He wanted to protect her from everything. He trusted her and wanted her to know that he'd always trust her.There wasn't any other way than to let her see it through his eyes.So he looked straight into her eyes, his expression completely calm and steady. "You don't have to keep reassuring me. I believed you inside, and I believe you now. I know who you are, and I know your heart. You don't ever have to defend your truth to me."Riley let out a breath she felt like she’d been holding si

ARE YOU READY?

Chapter 92When the fifteen-minute recess ended, Riley, Ashton, and Evelyn walked back into the courtroom to wrap up the session.Judge Miller kept the proceedings brief. He formally logged the state lab’s 0.00% result on the official court record, paused the child support claim against Frederick, and granted Evelyn’s emergency motion to seal the records so Frederick couldn't leak anything to the press. Finally, he approved a court-supervised re-test at an independent facility before dismissing everyone.Over the next two weeks, while the independent lab at Ashton’s hospital processed the new blood samples under strict security, Riley threw herself back into her work.She shot a major print campaign for a luxury watch brand, spent hours reviewing script offers with Greg, and spent every evening at home with Iris. Working kept her sane. Cooking dinner, helping Iris with her math, and reading her bedtime stories kept her grounded in reality.On a rainy Thursday evening, Riley finished

YOU ARE HER MOTHER

Chapter 93Ashton pulled the folded document from the yellow envelope, his fingers steady despite the thick tension hanging in the room. He didn't look up immediately. His dark, sharp eyes scanned the formal header, moving past the technical jargon, straight down to the final conclusion line printed at the bottom.Riley stayed frozen in the leather chair, her fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt so hard her knuckles turned stark white. Every shallow breath she took felt like inhaling something sharp. She kept her eyes glued to Ashton’s face, searching frantically for a micro-expression, a twitch of his jaw, anything that would tell her the verdict before he spoke."Ashton," she whispered, the single word barely escaping her tight throat. "Please... just tell me."Ashton set the paper flat on his desk and looked across at her. His expression wasn't angry or disgusted, but it held a heavy, solemn weight that made her heart drop straight into her stomach."The test is conclusi

I CAN BE HER ONLY AUNT

Chapter 94The drive back from Ashton’s hospital lab was swallowed by a heavy, suffucating silence. The rain beat a relentless rhythm against the windshield, each drop mirroring the frantic pulse throbbing in Riley’s temples. Side by side in the passenger seat, she couldn't bring herself to look down at her hands. They felt numb, detached, as if her entire body was rejecting the reality written on the report inside Ashton’s leather briefcase."We are going to take this one deliberate step at a time," Ashton said softly, his voice cutting through the steady sound of the storm. He kept one hand firmly on the steering wheel while his right hand reached across the center console, wrapping his strong fingers around hers. "No sudden decisions. No panic.""How can I not panic, Ashton?" Riley’s voice was a fragile thread. She stared out the side window at the blurred city lights. "Every single memory I have of her...holding her for the first time in that hospital bed, her tiny hands, her

JUST SLAMMED SHUT IN THEIR FACES

Chapter 95Aniya froze. The dishtowel slipped from her fingers, landing soft against the hardwood."What?" Her voice dropped to something Riley had never heard from her before, thin and disbelieving. "Riley... what are you talking about? That's not possible.""The lab ran it twice," Ashton said quietly. His arm stayed locked around Riley's waist, the only thing keeping her upright. "Private samples. Encrypted. Zero percent maternal match."Aniya pressed a hand over her mouth. Her eyes went glassy, darting between the two of them like she was waiting for someone to laugh, to say it was a joke gone too far."A switch," she whispered. "Someone switched the babies.""We don't know that yet." Ashton's voice stayed level, but Riley heard the strain underneath it, the same strain she felt behind her own ribs. "We don't know anything yet. That's the part that's killing me."The bathroom door clicked open down the hall."Mom! Uncle Ashton!" Iris came skipping back in, hands scrubbed pink, hair

BACK TO SQUARE ONE

Chapter 96Neither of them spoke for the first twenty minutes of the drive back. The road stretched flat and gray under a sky that couldn't decide if it wanted to rain, and Riley watched it blur past the window, her hands folded tight in her lap like holding them together might keep the rest of her from coming apart too."She knows something," Riley said finally."She knows something," Ashton agreed. His knuckles were pale on the wheel. "That wasn't a woman with nothing to hide. That was a woman who's spent ten years hoping nobody ever came asking.""So what do we do? We can't exactly force her to talk.""No." He exhaled slow through his nose. "But there's more than one way to get someone to tell you the truth. If she won't give it to us with words, we find it in the paper trail. Money doesn't scare the way people do."Riley turned to look at him. "What are you thinking?""Carol Denning retired at fifty-one," Ashton said. "Bought that house outright, no mortgage. On a nurse's pension

ORDERS FROM WHO?

Chapter 97Evelyn's investigator worked fast. By the following afternoon, a courier delivered a sealed folder straight to Ashton's office, and Riley drove over the second she got the text, still in her costume from set, grief still clinging to her face in leftover mascara."Diane Oshead," Evelyn said, spreading three photographs across Ashton's desk. "Sixty-two years old. Lives alone in a townhouse forty minutes from here. And this is the part that matters."She tapped the middle photo... an old newspaper clipping, yellowed at the edges, a ribbon-cutting ceremony outside a building Riley didn't recognize."For eighteen years, Diane Oshead ran a private consultancy called Willowbrook Family Services," Evelyn said. "Officially, adoption placement and surrogacy arrangements for high-net-worth clients who wanted absolute discretion. Unofficially, from what my investigator's sources are telling me, she specialized in something a little darker. Making inconvenient pregnancies disappear fr

WHO COULD THAT PERSON BE?

Chapter 98Riley didn't sleep that night either. She lay in bed replaying the sound of that ringing phone over and over, the way Diane's face had shut.By five in the morning she gave up pretending and went downstairs to find Ashton already at the kitchen table, laptop open, two mugs of coffee steaming beside him like he'd known she was coming."You didn't sleep either," she said."Couldn't." He slid a mug toward her. "I've been thinking about that phone call since we left her porch.""Me too." Riley sat, wrapping both hands around the warm ceramic like it might steady something in her chest that hadn't stopped shaking since the door closed in her face. "She was scared, Ashton. Not nervous. Scared. Like someone had told her exactly what would happen if she ever talked.""Which means someone's still watching her. Ten years later." Ashton turned the laptop toward her. "So I stopped trying to get Diane to talk, and started looking for anyone who might've worked with her instead of for

ANOTHER KIND OF GRIEF

Chapter 99Three days passed with no call from Grace. Riley checked her phone so often the habit had become its own kind of ache, a reflexive glance every time it buzzed with a notification that turned out to be nothing.. a script note from Greg, a reminder about Iris's parent-teacher conference, anything but the one voice she was waiting to hear.She'd made a decision in the quiet of those three days, lying awake beside Ashton each night. She wasn't going to tell Iris anything yet. Not until they had the whole truth, clean and certain, something she could explain to a ten-year-old without leaving jagged edges for her small mind to cut itself on.When I know everything, she told herself. When I can promise her nothing will actually change. Then I'll tell her, gently, on my own terms. And I'll adopt her properly, legally, so there's never a single piece of paper anywhere that says she isn't mine.She hadn't planned on Frederick.She was on set that Thursday afternoon, three takes deep

GET HER SMILE AND HAPPINESS BACK

Chapter 100Aniya hadn't touched her dinner.She sat at the kitchen table in the apartment she shared with Damian, staring at a plate of food that has gone cold under the overhead light, her phone face-up beside her fork where she could see it the second it lit up. It hadn't lit up in over an hour, not since Riley's last text... *She's calmer now. Ashton's staying over. I'll call you tomorrow* Three sentences that had done nothing to loosen the tight knot sitting under Aniya's ribs since the moment Riley had called her sobbing from her restroom.Damian came in from the living room, drying his hands on a dish towel, and paused in the doorway when he saw her."You're doing the thing again," he said gently."What thing.""The thing where you stare at your food like it personally wronged you." He crossed the kitchen and pulled out the chair beside her, sitting close enough that his knee brushed hers under the table. "Eat something, babe. You've been picking at that plate since seven."

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