All Chapters of Married To a Stranger : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Ruby stared at the text for a beat, then rushed out of the Anderson house without a second thought. She drove to the cafe at the speed of light, her mind buzzing with questions. Who was this person? How had they managed to trick both Matilda and Owen, and most importantly, why did they keep saying she needed protection? She had just entered and found a seat when a figure suddenly appeared in front of her. Hey, Ruby. The person's voice was gentle and soft, not at all scheming and sharp like Ruby was expecting. She studied them for a moment. The mystery texter was dressed in all black, wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a face mask. A black leather jacket hung on their frame, hands shoved deep into the pockets of baggy clothes that hid their figure. The only thing Ruby could tell for sure was that it was a woman. After an awkward spell of silence, where both parties sized each other up, Ruby asked, "You're the one who's been texting me?" The woman just nodded in confirmation and sl

Sebastian gaped at Natalia like she had descended from the heavens. They hadn't seen each other in forever, and now they were like two strangers who knew everything about each other. For a long moment, neither of them said a word. Even Caleb was shocked. He didn't expect Natalia, of all people, to come here. He had a whiff of the complicated history she shared with his uncle. Them meeting now, after all this time, it was huge. He cleared his throat and greeted her. Mrs. Anderson, what brings you here? A shadow passed over Natalia's face. It suddenly clicked. Sebastian was Ruby's friend, Boston guy. Her fingers tightened around her purse. Oh Lord, she thought, her heart racing. Sebastian must have seen Ruby's face. If he knows she's my daughter, he'll figure it all out. Her body jolted because right then her phone rang. She pulled it out, ready to decline the call, but paused when she saw Ruby's name on the screen. She answered immediately, about to ask where she was when a distorted e

No, it can't be true. My sister, she can't be dead. The thought screamed through Ruby's mind. She stared at Harrison, her voice a trembling whisper. Mrs. Knight is dead. Harrison shot her a look and scoffed. What are you getting so worked up about? Anyone would think you actually knew her. His mother, Jess Gower, piped up immediately, the Knights. You mean like the richest family in New York? I heard Owen Knight is very young. How could his wife just die? Was she sick? Harrison leaned in conspiratorially. I heard she was kidnapped and thrown in the ocean, drowned. When they finally pulled her out, her body was all bloated. It was there for a full 20 hours. What a shame. Jess sighed. Harrison, can we even go to a funeral like that? We don't even know them. Are you kidding, Mom? Harrison shot back. It's a funeral. They can't just turn people away. I heard Mrs. Knight came from nothing. She was just a regular girl. We'll just say Reina was her classmate and wanted to pay her respects. Th

White mourning banners hung outside the gates of the Knight family estate. A long line of mourners snaking toward the entrance to pay their respects. Their minivan was still stuck in the bumper-to-bumper traffic leading up to the property. Jess stared, slack-jawed, at the massive estate ahead. "Oh my God! This entire neighborhood belongs to the Knights. They must be loaded. This is our best chance, son." Harrison's eyes were practically glowing. "No kidding. This is the first time I've ever seen a family like this up close. We're lucky to even get a foot in the door." Ruby wasn't listening. A single thought consumed her, coiling around her mind like cold fingers. Was the body inside really her sister's? Was Reina really dead? The question clawed at her insides. Reina's face, her hands, her voice, all identical to her own. Would the corpse in that casket wear her features? Harrison's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts, his awe quickly curdling into something uglier. He was w

The bandages on Ruby's face obscured most of her features, leaving only her eyes clear. But her features? What he could see of them? The shape of her eyes, the way she moved. The butler knew he wasn't mistaken. It had to be her. Just as the shock set in, Harrison stepped forward and thrust a thick envelope into his hand. "My wife, Reina, went to high school with Mrs. Knight," he said, his voice laced with a rehearsed guilt. "When she heard the terrible news, she insisted we come pay our respects." With that, he took Ruby's arm and steered her towards the mourning hall. The butler stood frozen for a beat before glancing down at the envelope. Scrawled across it were the words: "Her high school classmate, Reina." "So," the butler muttered, "that young woman isn't Mrs. Knight? She is her high school classmate?" He rubbed his eyes. Was his grief playing tricks on him? He looked up, searching the crowd, but she had already vanished into the throng of people filing into the mourning hal