บททั้งหมดของ MARRIED IN HATRED: FELL IN LOVE AFTER SHE LEFT?: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

JOLENE'S POVThe test sat on the bathroom counter for exactly three minutes before I let myself look at it. Three minutes I spent pacing the small space between the sink and the door, going over the timeline in my head as though repetition might change whatever the result turned out to be.I hadn't told Jake I was taking it. We'd talked about the nursery in loose, hypothetical terms for weeks, the kind of conversation two people have when they're both circling something neither wants to name too directly, afraid of putting weight on a hope that might not hold. I'd noticed the signs a few days earlier, small and easy to dismiss individually, exhaustion that didn't match my call schedule, a sensitivity to smells that had never bothered me before, and told myself I was imagining things right up until I wasn't.Two lines. Clear, unmistakable, sitting there on the counter exactly the way every medical textbook I'd ever studied said they would.I sat down on the edge of the bathtub, the tes

VICTOR'S POVI flew back to Portland the morning after Jake and Jolene's announcement, the whole flight spent replaying the evening in my head, Rebecca's tears, Hailey's frantic enthusiasm, Jake's face when he'd pulled me into that unexpected embrace, genuine joy in a family that had spent most of the past year defined by crisis instead.Elena picked me up from the airport herself, something she'd started doing more often lately instead of letting me take a cab, and I found the small gesture meant more to me than it probably should have, a quiet, consistent proof of how far we'd traveled from the guarded distance of our first reunion in that clinic parking lot."How was it," she asked, once we were settled in the car."Overwhelming," I admitted. "In the best possible way. I don't think I've seen my mother cry happy tears in longer than I can remember. Maybe ever, honestly.""Tell me everything," Elena said, and I did, the whole drive back to her apartment, every detail of the evening,

JAKE'S POVJolene's recovery from the scare passed without further complication, exactly the way the doctor had predicted, and by the following week she'd returned fully to her residency schedule, though I noticed her hand drift protectively to her stomach more often now, an unconscious habit that undid me every time I caught it.We planned a small family dinner for that weekend, nothing formal, simply everyone gathered around the same table where Rebecca had once thrown a spoon over lukewarm soup, where Maya had once fed me from her own fork in front of the entire family, where so much of this past year's cruelty had originated before slowly, painfully, transforming into something entirely different.Victor and Elena flew in together for the occasion, her first visit to the estate, and I watched Jolene greet her warmly at the door, the two women who'd never properly met in person finally standing face to face, connected by a shared history neither of them had asked for but had someho

HAILEY'S POVMarcus Chen showed up to our third planning meeting fifteen minutes late, no apology attached, and set his laptop down across the table from me with the kind of unhurried confidence I usually only saw from people who'd never once had to worry about disappointing anyone important."You're late," I said."I'm aware," he said, not looking up from whatever he was pulling up on his screen. "I was finishing an actual consultation with an actual patient. I figured that mattered more than being punctual for a marketing planning session about protein powder branding."I hadn't expected the bluntness, and I found myself, against my better judgment, faintly impressed by it. Most people who worked adjacent to this family learned quickly how to soften every sentence around us, careful not to offend the Hendersons, careful not to risk whatever access or opportunity our name might represent. Marcus clearly hadn't gotten that memo, or more likely, hadn't cared to read it."It's not just

JOLENE'S POVWhitcombe's story never ran, not directly, not the way he'd apparently intended it to. Instead, something quieter and somehow more insidious began circulating a week later, anonymous posts on financial forums and gossip accounts speculating openly about the original terms of the will, questioning aloud whether a marriage that began under such specific, transactional conditions could ever have become genuinely real.*Does anyone else find it convenient that the "gold digger" story turned into a fairy tale right around the time the family needed better press?**Not saying it's fake. Just saying the timeline is interesting.**Genuine question: did anyone ever actually confirm the terms of the will beyond what the family itself released?*I read through the threads longer than I should have, my stomach tight in a way that had nothing to do with the pregnancy and everything to do with the old, familiar sting of strangers deciding they understood my life better than I did.None