All Chapters of Two Can Play: I Became My Ex's Mother-in-law : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ClarissaChloe’s pale fingers tightened around mine, her knuckles turning white against my palm. Her eyes stayed locked on the tall figure standing by the small side table in the corner of the suite."He really is your husband?" Chloe asked, her voice scraping out low and shaky."Yes." I squeezed her hand back, keeping my tone steady. "He's my husband, Chloe. It's real."I kept the explanation simple, leaving out the thick stack of legal papers, the millions of dollars transferred into bank accounts, and the unborn child growing beneath my clothes. She was too weak, her body still recovering from weeks of lying in an ICU bed. She didn't need to know the mess I had stepped into just to save her life.Valentine placed the medical folder back down on the wooden surface. He checked his watch, his broad shoulders turning toward the entrance."I'll give you two some time alone," he said, his voice deep and calm. "Marcus is outside if you need anything."He didn't wait for a reply. He walked

ClarissaDr. Evans' question hung in the quiet hallway long after his footsteps faded toward the front exit.Who prescribed every medication you took during your pregnancies?My throat tightened until breathing felt like swallowing glass. The answer was right there, sitting in the back of my mind like a dark, heavy stone. It wasn't a random doctor from a public hospital. It wasn't an online pharmacy or a neighborhood clinic.It was Dr. Hayes. Dr. Arthur Hayes, the Hudson family’s long-time private physician. The man who had treated Drake since he was a kid, the man who handled every medical record for the Hudson estate, and the man who handed Drake those little white prescription bottles every time I missed a period.My legs moved on autopilot, carrying me up the wide staircase and straight down the quiet corridor to my bedroom. I closed the door, turning the lock with a soft click before dropping onto the edge of the mattress.My hands shook as I pulled my phone out of my coat pocket

ClarissaEvery single time I got pregnant, that extra pill appeared in my dosage. Every single time, the doctor handed me the bottle and told me it was just part of my treatment, a booster to help my body hold onto the pregnancy. And every single time, right around the three-month mark, my body tore apart. It happened over and over, identical every time, and I had been stupid enough to believe him. I had spent years crying into my pillow thinking I was broken, while they were feeding me the exact chemical that killed my babies.My teeth dug into my lip until the sharp taste of blood stained my tongue.I leaned my forearms against the cool glass of the window, staring out into the dark yard. The dim reflection of the room hovered over the shadows outside, showing my pale face and the messy outline of my hair. I looked exhausted, but my mind was moving too fast to care. I couldn't just run over to Dr. Hayes and scream in his face. The second I confronted him, their legal team would scr

ClarissaI stepped away from the corner near the hallway, taking two quiet steps back toward the main kitchen corridor before a heavy shadow blocked the light from the tall side window.Drake stood right in front of the door frame, blocking the path back to the lounge. His coat was off, his tie pulled half an inch loose from his collar. His eyes dropped instantly, locking onto the round curve of my stomach beneath my knit dress. His chest rose and fell in fast, uneven hitches, his knuckles white where his hands gripped the edge of the door trim."How are you still holding it?" he asked, his voice low, rough, completely stripped of any manners.The question hit my face like a bucket of ice water. My throat closed up tight, my teeth digging hard into the inside of my lip until the sting made my eyes water."What did you just say?" I asked, keeping my voice down to a harsh whisper.Drake took a half step closer, his eyes glued to my waist, refusing to look me in the face. A dark, twisted

ClarissaMy fingers brushed over the faded blue folder inside the leather pouch. I pulled every paper out onto the mattress, spreading them out one by one under the lamp light.The prescription slips from Metro Central Health were all there. The discharge summaries, the blood panel printouts, the old intake receipts—not a single sheet was missing. My thumb ran along the paper edges, tracing the sharp creases where someone had jammed them back inside the pocket.They weren't here to steal anything. A cold sweat broke out along the back of my neck, my breath coming out in a slow, silent exhale.Whoever walked into this room knew I was staying on the second floor. They knew which door was mine, and they knew exactly where a normal person would hide private papers. It could have been Brenda while she was wandering around before her phone call. It could have been Beatrice when she stepped out to use the restroom. It could even be one of the estate housekeepers getting paid on the side to f