All Chapters of The contract wife secret twins : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The hospital corridor stretched endlessly before me.Each step felt heavier than the last. My legs carried me forward, but my heart remained behind, tethered to the room where Grandfather lay sleeping, unaware that his favorite granddaughter-in-law was about to vanish from his life forever.I reached the exit and pushed through the doors.Morning light flooded my vision, harsh and unforgiving.Just like the decision I had to make.The drive home was a blur. I barely remembered turning the key in the ignition or navigating through the early morning traffic. My mind was consumed with one thought, circling like a vulture.Leave.Leave now.Before Kilan files for divorce.Before he looks at you with disgust.Before your children grow up knowing their father never wanted them.I pulled into the mansion's driveway and sat there for a long moment, staring at the grand facade.Three years.Three years I had called this place home.Three years I had pretended to be happy.Three years I had lov

The bedroom had never felt so empty.Kilan stood in the center of the room, the letter crumpled in his fist, his chest heaving with barely contained rage. He'd read it so many times the words were branded into his memory."I'm giving you your freedom, Kilan."His freedom.As if he'd been a prisoner.As if three years of marriage meant nothing.He hurled the letter across the room and watched it flutter to the floor like a wounded bird."How dare she?"His voice echoed off the walls, unanswered.He stormed to the closet, throwing open the doors. Her clothes were gone—not all of them, but enough to suggest she'd planned this. The designer dresses she never wore, the casual outfits she loved, the comfortable shoes she preferred.Everything that mattered had vanished.He checked the bathroom. Her toiletries were gone. Her favorite perfume, the one he'd bought her for their first anniversary, was missing from the counter.The drawers were empty.The jewelry box was open and bare.She'd tak

The smell of fresh bread and cinnamon woke Lisa before her alarm clock did.It drifted up through the floorboards, warm and inviting, wrapping around her like a promise. She lay in bed for a long moment, her hand resting on her growing belly, listening to the sounds of the bakery below.Martha was already at work.Lisa smiled and forced herself upright. The nausea was worse in the mornings, but she'd learned to manage it. A few crackers by the bedside. A sip of cold water. Slow, deliberate movements until her stomach settled."Good morning, little ones," she whispered, touching her belly.Noah and Nora responded with a gentle flutter.They were growing stronger every day. Lisa could feel it—tiny kicks and rolls that reminded her she wasn't alone. That she had purpose.That she had a reason to keep going.She dressed quickly in her new uniform—a simple apron over a comfortable blouse—and descended the narrow staircase to the bakery.Martha was already at work, kneading dough with pract

The knock came at dawn.Lisa was in the kitchen of her small apartment, her hands deep in bread dough, when the sharp rap against her door shattered the morning peace. She froze, flour dusting her apron, her heart lurching into her throat.No one visited her this early.No one visited her at all.She wiped her hands on a towel and crossed to the door, her bare feet silent against the worn wooden floor. Through the peephole, she saw two figures in dark suits. Their faces were grim. Professional.Lawyers.Her blood ran cold.She opened the door a crack, her hand instinctively moving to her belly."Can I help you?""Lisa Carter?" The older man held up a badge. "We're from Hart Legal Associates. We need to speak with you.""I don't—""It's regarding the dissolution of your marriage to Kilan Hart."The words hit her like a physical blow.Dissolution.They were here to finalize what she'd started.She opened the door wider, her voice barely a whisper. "Come in."They stepped into her small

The first contraction hit at 3:47 AM.Lisa jolted awake, her hand flying to her belly. The pain was sharp—different from the Braxton Hicks she'd been experiencing for weeks. Deeper. More insistent. More real.She lay perfectly still, counting the seconds.Another wave crashed through her three minutes later."Okay," she whispered into the darkness. "Okay. This is happening."She reached for her phone and dialed Martha's number with trembling fingers."Martha? I think it's time."The older woman was at her door in less than five minutes, her hair still in curlers, her eyes wide with alarm."Your water hasn't broken yet?""No. But the contractions—they're close. Really close."Martha grabbed the hospital bag Lisa had packed weeks ago and helped her down the stairs. The bakery was dark and silent, the ovens cold for the first time in months."Easy, child. Easy.""I'm only thirty-five weeks," Lisa gasped, gripping the banister. "It's too early.""Babies come when they're ready." Martha's