Todos los capítulos de Married To My Ex’s Step-Father: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

POV: TormundThe village of Hollow Creek sat nestled between two steep ridges, a scattering of modest wooden homes surrounded by thick pine forest that muffled every sound beyond the occasional bark of a dog or the distant ring of an axe against timber. Renn and I approached slowly, our travel-worn cloaks marking us clearly as outsiders long before we reached the first cluster of buildings."Discretion," I reminded Renn quietly, though the younger tracker hardly needed the warning. "The Alpha was clear. We approach carefully, or risk losing her entirely."We found a small trading post near the village center, its keeper a weathered man who eyed our unfamiliar faces with the wary curiosity of someone accustomed to strangers rarely passing through such isolated terrain. "Looking for supplies?" he asked, though his tone suggested he already suspected otherwise."Looking for a healer," I said. "We heard word of a woman known locally as Old Mara. A relative of ours, we believe, lost to us

POV: RoxanaMagnus's absence stretched longer than either of us had anticipated, each passing day adding fresh strain to a household already stretched thin by suspicion and secrets. I told the staff he traveled on urgent pack business, a vague enough explanation that satisfied most, though Corwin's pointed questions during breakfast suggested he found the timing considerably more curious than convenient."The Alpha departed rather suddenly," Corwin observed one morning, his pale eyes studying me carefully across the dining table. "I do not recall him mentioning such travel during our previous conversations.""Pack matters do not always allow for advance notice," I said, keeping my voice light despite the tension coiling beneath my composure. "I am certain he will explain further upon his return.""Of course," Corwin said, though his tone carried the same careful skepticism he applied to everything within these walls. "I only mention it because my own investigation grows considerably m

POV: VictoriaJaxon's questions lingered long after he left my sitting room, old guilt stirring awake beneath twenty years of carefully constructed denial. I had convinced myself, over the decades, that the memory of that morning had faded into something distant enough to no longer feel entirely real, a nightmare half-remembered rather than a truth I had lived through and caused.I rose from my chair, pacing the length of the room as memories I had spent so long suppressing rose unbidden to the surface. My husband's face, twisted with the same dismissiveness he had always shown me, even in our final conversation. His voice, careless and cruel, explaining once more why I would never truly matter within this family, why Magnus's approval meant more to him than whatever partnership we had built together as husband and wife.I had not planned it, not truly. The push had come from somewhere deeper than calculation, somewhere born of twenty years of accumulated resentment finally boiling ov

POV: MagnusThe great hall had never felt so heavy with silence, every servant and guard gathered along its edges holding their breath as Victoria stood alone before me, stripped of the composure she had worn like armor for twenty years. Marta stood a short distance away, her presence a quiet, unwavering anchor to the truth we had traveled so far to uncover."Speak plainly," I said, my voice carrying through the hall despite the tightness in my chest. "Tell this household what you told your son last night."Victoria's hands trembled at her sides, though she lifted her chin with the last remnants of the pride that had carried her through two decades of careful deception. "Twenty years ago," she said, her voice cracking despite her efforts to steady it, "I killed your brother. I did not plan it as murder, not consciously. But in a moment of rage, standing at the edge of those cliffs, I pushed him, and I watched him fall."A ripple of shocked murmurs swept through the gathered witnesses,

POV: JaxonI watched my mother disappear beyond the gates from the highest window of the eastern tower, her figure growing smaller against the horizon until the forest finally swallowed her from view entirely. Twenty years of memories, warm and cold in equal measure, settled heavy in my chest as I understood, finally, that I would likely never see her again.She had held me tightly during our final conversation, whispering apologies I did not know how to accept or reject, explaining choices I still could not fully reconcile with the mother who had raised me, who had comforted me through countless childhood fears, who had also, apparently, murdered my own father in a single moment of uncontrolled rage.I remained at the window long after she vanished, uncertain what to do with the grief and anger tangled so tightly together within my chest. A soft knock finally drew my attention, Seraphine standing in the doorway with careful concern etched across her features."I thought I might find