Todos los capítulos de Married to My Enemy's Son: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

Nadia's blood ran cold as she read Cullen's message, the excitement over the documentary nomination disappearing so quickly that she barely registered the phone slipping slightly in her hand. "Caiden," she said, already moving toward their bedroom to pack. "Mei's having complications again, and Cullen needs us there immediately." Caiden was on his phone within seconds, arranging emergency travel much as they had during Grace's frightening arrival months earlier, while Nadia pulled clothes from the closet and dropped them into an open suitcase without bothering to fold them. "How severe?" he asked, calling Cullen directly while she continued packing. She could hear fragments of Cullen's response through the phone, his voice carrying barely controlled panic. "They're saying it could be worse than Grace's situation," Caiden relayed, his expression tightening. "The baby's showing signs of distress at only twenty-four weeks, and they're monitoring closely while preparing for the poss

“A letter,” Nadia said, showing Caiden the screen, her hands not quite steady. “Margaret found something your father wrote to her. She never sent it. It’s dated two days before the collapse.” Caiden’s expression shifted at once, whatever he had been about to say about the biography proposal forgotten. “We need to see this,” he said. “Now, if we can.” They drove to Margaret’s the following morning, the three-hour journey feeling considerably longer than the odometer suggested. Margaret met them at the door already holding a yellowed envelope in both hands, as though she had been standing there waiting since she called. “I found it tucked inside an old research folder,” she explained once they had settled in her sitting room. “I hadn’t gone through those particular papers in years. I still don’t understand how I missed it the first time.” She passed the envelope to Caiden. He opened it carefully, his fingers not entirely steady. The letter, written in his father’s unmistakable

Blake arrived at the estate two evenings later, later than he usually visited, and Nadia noticed immediately that he'd come alone, without the folder of foundation paperwork he typically carried as a pretext. "You said this wasn't about the foundation," Caiden said once they had settled in the study, the September evening cold enough that he'd lit the fire without being asked. "It isn't," Blake said. For the first time in the fourteen years Caiden had known him, he looked genuinely uncertain about how to begin. Nadia remained near the doorway, unsure whether her presence was wanted for whatever this was. "Stay," Caiden said, catching her hesitation. "Whatever this is, I'd rather we hear it together." She sat. Blake slowly turned his glass between his hands without drinking. The habit reminded Nadia of how Caiden used to do the same thing years ago, before she'd gently broken him of it. "I've been thinking about something for a while," Blake said at last, "and I don't know how

The week following Caiden's meeting with Blake settled into an uneasy rhythm. The estate was quieter than usual, everyone moving carefully around a tension that had no clear resolution yet, only the slow and uncomfortable work of two people deciding what came next. Eleanor noticed it almost immediately, as she noticed most things. "You're both walking around this house like something's about to break," she said, cornering Nadia in the kitchen on a grey Tuesday morning. "I assume this concerns Blake." "Caiden told you?" Nadia asked, though she wasn't entirely surprised. "He didn't need to." Eleanor reached for the teapot. "I've watched that friendship for fourteen years. I know what its absence looks like in a room." Nadia lowered her gaze to her tea, choosing her words carefully. "He confessed something to Caiden. About feelings he'd developed while watching how much I was carrying, especially after Caiden pulled away following the Chen situation. He said nothing happened beyond

The following morning, Nadia called Diane Foster, still thinking about the access records Blake had sent and the possibility that a woman they had trusted for years might somehow have been caught inside Chen's operation without realizing it. Foster answered cautiously. "Hello?" "Ms. Foster, this is Nadia. I hope I'm not calling at a bad time, but I need to speak with you about Kevin Chen and your time at the regulatory authority." There was a pause before Foster answered. "Has something happened?" "Detective Martinez is investigating activity involving your old credentials. We don't want you drawing conclusions before she finishes her work, but we thought you deserved to hear what we've discovered directly." Foster's voice changed immediately. "My credentials?" "Chen appears to have accessed restricted files using them." "I had no idea." "We believe you." Foster was silent for several seconds before asking, "Are you saying he used my access without my knowledge?" "That's