All Chapters of The Woman I Became After You: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I stared at Adrian’s mother, unable for several seconds to process the words she had just spoken. “There was another child?” She nodded slowly, and my heart began pounding as I asked how many children Clara had actually had. “Three,” she said. I looked at Amelia, then pictured Clara’s photograph in my mind, then turned back to the woman standing before us. Amelia was one, I said. I was another. So who was the third? She didn’t answer.Adrian stepped toward his mother and asked whether she had known about all of this, whether she’d known Elena had sisters, whether she had helped hide them. Her eyes filled with tears as she admitted she knew enough, that she’d known children whose identities had been hidden existed, and that she had been trying to prevent something far worse. Adrian shook his head, saying she kept repeating that without ever explaining what the worse thing actually was. She looked at him and finally said it plainly: his grandfather had wanted the three children kept apa

Jonathan’s words hung in the air. I was the reason he disappeared. I stared at him, unable to fully grasp what he meant. Adrian turned toward him and demanded to know what he had done. Jonathan looked at me and admitted that he had made my father believe Clara was dead. My heart tightened as I asked why, and he said it was because he had been trying to save him. I shook my head, telling him that everyone kept claiming they were trying to save someone, yet every secret he had kept had ended up destroying another part of my life. He lowered his eyes and admitted that he knew, and I told him to tell me everything.He took a deep breath and explained that twenty years earlier, Samuel had discovered that my grandfather had ordered Clara’s death. I said I already knew that, but he corrected me, saying I only knew what had happened after, not what had come before. Samuel had confronted my grandfather directly, and in response, my grandfather had threatened to kill me, still just a young chil

I stared at my phone, the message still glowing on the screen. Come alone if you want to meet me. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely hear anything else around me. Lydia was alive. My sister had finally reached out to me, and once again, someone wanted me to go somewhere by myself.Adrian walked over and asked what she had said. I told him she wanted me to come alone, and his expression shifted immediately as he said no. I told him I knew he would say that, and he said it was because it was dangerous. I reminded him she was my sister, and he said he understood that, but I told him he didn’t understand what this actually meant to me. He said he understood more than I gave him credit for, then took my hand and reminded me gently that I had spent my whole life chasing answers, and now that someone had finally handed me one, I wanted to run straight into what might be another trap. I told him I didn’t think she was trying to hurt me, and when he asked why, I said it was because s

For several seconds I couldn’t speak. My mother, the woman who had protected me, who had cried with me, who had promised Clara she would keep me safe, the woman I had finally learned to trust, and now my grandmother was saying she had killed Clara. It couldn’t be true.I whispered Adrian’s name into the phone and asked where he was, and he said they were at the old guest house. I told him I was coming, and he told me to wait, that I needed to see her but needed to be careful. I said I would be, and ended the call before turning to Lydia, who had been watching me the whole time and asked what had happened. I struggled to get the words out, telling her my grandmother claimed to know who had killed Clara. When she asked who, I told her she said it was my mother. Lydia’s face changed instantly as she said no, that my mother would never do that, and I admitted I didn’t know what to believe anymore. She stepped closer and told me not to believe anything until we heard it from my grandmother

I held the photograph tightly as I looked at Amelia, unable to stop repeating the name in my head. Sophie Bennett. It had been hidden from me for years, yet the woman behind it had apparently been living close to my family this entire time without any of us knowing who she truly was. My sister. My real sister. Not Lydia, not the woman we had all mistakenly believed was the third child, but Sophie. I looked at Adrian and told him we had to find her before anyone else did, and he agreed that we would.Amelia wiped the tears from her face and admitted there was something she hadn’t told me yet. When I asked what, she said that when Sophie had come to see her years earlier, she had given her something, a key. My heart tightened as I asked where it was, and she said she still had it, reaching into her handbag and pulling out a small silver key with a tiny three-petaled flower engraved on top, the same symbol from the bracelet. I asked where it led, and she said she didn’t know, only that S