All Chapters of Married To My Husband’s Father : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

That night at Vance Manor, Evelyn walked down the wide corridor of the master wing. Her steps were silent as her bare feet moved across the rugs.She stopped two doors down from her bedroom suite.The door to Arthur’s private study was shut tight.Evelyn frowned slightly. Normally, when Arthur was working late, the doors were kept pushed slightly open, allowing the warm light of the stone fireplace to spill out into the hallway. But tonight, the door was shut against the frame, not leaving a single gap.She stepped closer, raising her hand to knock.Before her knuckles could touch the door, she heard a sound from inside.Clack. Click-click-click.It was the metallic sound of an iron door swinging open, followed by the automated spin of a dial.Evelyn’s hand froze in the air.She lowered her arm slowly. She leaned her shoulder gently against the door frame, listening.Inside, the room was quiet except for the rustle of paper—the distinct sound of thick old documents being moved quickly

A black armored SUV cut through the midday traffic with its red and blue lights flashing behind the front grille. The siren roared continuously making other vehicles clear a path on the wet pavement.Inside the rear cabin, the air was heavy with the sharp smell of burnt plastic and chemical dust.Arthur Vance sat on the wide leather seat, his body bent forward. His right hand held Evelyn’s fingers so tightly that his knuckles were pale and hard. With his left hand, he held a wet white cloth against her forehead, gently wiping away the thin layer of black soot that had settled near her hairline.Evelyn lay back against the leather headrest. Her eyes were wide, staring up at the ceiling of the car. Her chest rose and fell in short, fast shallow breaths. Every few seconds, her fingers twitched inside Arthur’s large palm, her short nails digging into his skin."Evelyn," Arthur said. He bent his head down until his chin almost touched her shoulder. "Look at me. Look right at my eyes."Eve

Julian’s mind began to spin into a terrifying, chaotic hurricane of thoughts, pieces of his past crashing into each other with violent force. He already knew he wasn't Arthur's biological son, but his late mother, Eleanor Vance, had made him believe Thomas Henderson was his real father. When Eleanor was young, before she ever married into the Vance family, she had been involved with Thomas Henderson. Julian had lived his whole life believing that lie. He had loathed Arthur Vance because he believed Arthur was the arrogant rich tyrant who had stolen his mother from his real father, Thomas Henderson. But now... the paper in his hands declared the absolute truth. Thomas Henderson was not his father. Julian leaned his back flat against the lockers, sliding down two inches until his knees were bent. His throat felt tight, dry, and completely out of air. If Thomas Henderson was not his father... then who was he? Why had Eleanor lied to him? A sudden, wild idea bloomed deep inside

The hallway was empty now. The footsteps of the medical team inside Room 402 had settled into a quiet beat, punctuated only by the steady beep of a heart monitor. Arthur did not move a single muscle for a long time. His eyes remained fixed on the brass handle of the stairwell door where Julian had vanished moments before.Down inside the stairwell, Julian moved quickly.His left hand was shoved deep inside his suit jacket, his fingers pressed flat against the envelope.When Julian reached the ground floor, he pushed through the door and walked straight across the main hospital lobby. He kept his head low, his chin tucked into his coat collar, ignoring the nurses and visitors moving past him. He pushed open the main glass exit doors and stepped out into the midday air.Julian walked two blocks down the avenue before stopping near the edge of a quiet side street. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his phone. He tapped on a saved number and brought the phone up to his ear.Th

She looked at the senior executives smiling at her. She looked at Chloe, who was giving her a sweet, supportive nod from the front of the room, her eyes filled with gentle affection.The suffocating knot inside Lily’s chest suddenly dissolved into a wave of warm relief.She didn't steal it, Lily thought. We really just had the same idea. She even shared the credit with me in front of the entire management team when she didn't have to...Lily gave a little nod to Mr. Mark. "Thank you, sir," Lily murmured, her eyes shining as she looked back at Chloe with absolute trust.From the front of the room, Chloe smiled warmly back at Lily, her face a picture of pure affection.The next morning, the atmosphere on the executive floor of Sterling Capital was unusually quiet and tense.At precisely 9:30, a courier walked onto the floor carrying a, cream-colored envelope sealed with a thick gold wax stamp. He walked directly into the corner office of the managing directors.Ten minutes later, an off