All Chapters of The woman who inherited three husbands : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

By the time Salma finally stepped out of the study later that evening, the storm had softened into a steady drizzle. The trust lawyers had taken longer than expected. Every question had been carefully worded. Every glance had lingered a second too long. They had walked through the estate looking for cracks, hoping to prove she had already violated the conditions of Arthur's will. They found nothing. Salma had given them exactly what they came for. By the time Salma reached the blue drawing room, the tension she'd carried through the lawyers' inspection had eased just enough for her shoulders to relax. Warm amber lamps chased away the gray evening beyond the rain-streaked windows. A fire burned quietly in the marble fireplace, filling the room with a comforting warmth. Diva had completely made herself at home. She sat curled into one end of the velvet sofa with one leg tucked beneath her, the basket she'd brought earlier spread across the coffee table. Half the sandwiches were already

The morning sun filtered through the heavy silk drapes, painting long streaks of pale gold across the bedroom floor. Salma stirred beneath the sheets and slowly opened her eyes. For the first time in a week, the crushing exhaustion had eased. The soreness lingering in her lower abdomen was still there, but it no longer consumed every breath or every movement. Dr. Aris had insisted she would feel noticeably better after a full night's rest, and, for once, the doctor had been right. She lay still for another moment, listening to the quiet hum of the mansion waking up around her. Salma noticed a paper bag placed on the bedside table. She picked it up and looked into it, it contained a pack of chocolate cookies and a note. A smile appeared on her face as she instantly knew who sent them. She read the note with a smile. "I know you're not supposed to be eating these, but I made them fresh this morning with your favorite flavours, I snuck it past Dr. Aris 😀 You deserve a break from

The next morning, the mansion looked as peaceful as ever. Breakfast had been served on time. The staff moved quietly through the halls while sunlight poured through the tall windows, warming the polished floors. Beneath the calm, however, something had changed. None of the three husbands would have admitted it, but an unspoken competition had taken root. It wasn't loud or hostile. There were no arguments or raised voices. Just small, stubborn attempts to outdo one another whenever Salma was involved. She noticed but simply pretended she didn't. It started with the flowers. Salma sat in the morning room, pretending to read a financial magazine she hadn't turned a page of in several minutes. Devon walked in carrying her usual glass of water. His attention drifted to the large crystal vase on the mahogany sideboard. Bright orange lilies Shane had brought that morning. Devon paused. Then he frowned, crossed the room, lifted the vase and carried it toward the door. Salma finally look

By Sunday morning, the Wellington estate was already awake. Kristen and Christy had been up for hours, occupying one corner of the breakfast room as though they had lived there for years. Brianna had emerged shortly afterward, complained about the coffee, rejected breakfast and disappeared upstairs again. The first car swept through the gates shortly after eight a.m. Salma stood beside the entrance, watching through the glass as the driver opened the rear door. Hilda stepped out, handed her handbag to the waiting staff and looked toward the mansion. “Did they change the flowers?” Salma sighed. “Good morning to you too.” Hilda kissed her cheeks. “ I'm allowed to notice things.” “You've been here thirty seconds.” “And I've already noticed the flowers.” Salma rolled her eyes as Hilda swept past her. The next arrival was Eby. She stepped out wearing dark glasses despite the weak morning sun, barely spared Salma a glance before handing her handbag to a maid and walking straight int

Days later, after the family had settled back into its new routines and roles, the Wellington estate received an unexpected visitor. Salma had been sitting in the morning room signing documents Devon had brought her when one of the security officers approached her. “Mrs. Wellington, there's a visitor at the main gate. She says her name is Aria.” Salma froze. For a second, she simply stared at him as though the name itself had caught her off guard. “Aria?” “Yes, ma'am.” Her heart gave a sudden, almost painful leap. After everything that had happened, after the voice note Aria had left and the silence that had followed, Salma had never imagined she would hear her name spoken at the estate again so soon. She had spent the last several days telling herself that perhaps the silence was for the best, that Aria needed time, that eventually she would find the courage to explain everything properly. None of those explanations mattered now. Aria was here. Salma stood immediately.