All Chapters of The Woman I Became After You: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I stared at the message until the words blurred before my eyes. Ask your grandmother what happened the night Clara died. I read it again, and then a second time. The man we had just arrested had been exposed as one of the people responsible for controlling our families, yet someone was still insisting that he was not the one who had ordered Clara’s murder.I slowly lowered my phone, and Adrian noticed my expression immediately, asking what had happened. I handed him the phone, and he read the message, his face turning serious as he asked who had sent it. I told him I did not know. My father took the phone and examined the number, saying it was blocked. I asked if he could trace it, and he said not immediately.My mother stepped closer and asked what the message said, and I told her it said we should ask Grandma what had happened the night Clara died. Her face changed instantly, and I could see that she knew something. I asked her directly what she knew, and she shook her head and insi

I could not move. My mother’s words echoed inside my head. “Margaret.” My grandmother. The woman I had just looked into the eyes of, the woman who had held my hand when I was a child, the woman who had told me stories about our family, the woman who had cried with me when my father disappeared. She had been standing beside Clara on the night Clara supposedly died, and according to my mother, she had been part of a plan to make another woman look like Clara.I shook my head. “No.”My mother looked at me sadly. “I know this is difficult.”“You are lying.”“I am not.”“My grandmother could never do that.”“She did not do everything they accused her of doing.”“Then explain it to me.”My mother’s eyes filled with tears. “Margaret was afraid.”“Everyone was afraid.”“She was threatened.”“By whom?”My mother looked toward Adrian. “By his family.”Adrian’s expression hardened. “My family?”“Your grandfather and his mother were working together.”He stared at her, his voice barely holding st

I stared at my father. For several seconds, I could not understand what he had just said. “The person we thought died that night.” His words echoed inside my head, and I looked at Adrian. He was equally shocked.“Who was it?” I asked.My father did not answer.“Dad, who survived?”He walked toward the window and looked outside. “Her name was Amelia.”I frowned. “Who is Amelia?”My father turned around. “She was Clara’s closest friend.”I remembered the photograph my mother had shown me, the young woman standing beside Clara, the woman whose face had been scratched away.“Was that her?”“Yes.”I felt my chest tighten. “So Amelia was the woman who died?”“We thought she did.”“What happened?”My father sat down. “I need you to understand that the night Clara disappeared was not simple. There were several people involved. Your grandfather wanted Clara silenced. Adrian’s grandfather wanted control of the family trust. Jonathan was helping them, although he later turned against them.”Adri

I stared at Victor. “The name belongs to someone I already know.” His words seemed to hang in the abandoned hospital room.Adrian moved closer to him. “Stop speaking in riddles.”Victor looked at Adrian. “You deserve to know the truth as much as Elena does.”“Then tell us.”Victor glanced at the documents in my hands. “The boy was taken from the hospital before sunrise.”“By whom?” I asked.“Your grandfather’s people.”“Where did they take him?”“I do not know.”“You just said he has been living under another name.”“I said he was given another name.”“Then how do you know he survived?”Victor hesitated. “Because I found a record.”“What record?”“A private adoption document.”My heart tightened. “Where?”“In your family’s old financial archives.”Adrian looked at me. “Why were you searching those archives?”Victor looked away. “Because I was trying to understand what happened to my father.”I frowned. “Your father was involved too?”“Yes.”“Then you knew about Clara.”“I knew there w

I stared at Ethan. “The real Ethan Vale is already inside this building.” For a moment, I could not understand what he meant. Then Adrian’s voice came through the phone.“Elena, listen to me. Do not trust anyone in that office until I get there.”My fingers tightened around the phone. “Adrian, I am with Ethan.”There was silence, and then he said, “That is exactly why I am worried.”I looked at the man standing across from me. He looked frightened, not dangerous, frightened.“Who are you?” I asked.He swallowed. “My name is Daniel.”I stared at him. “Daniel what?”“Daniel Reed.”The name meant nothing to me, but the photograph in my hand suddenly felt heavier. The man who had raised Ethan. The man who had protected his identity. The man who had been connected to Amelia. Everything was becoming more complicated.“Why did you tell me your name was Ethan?”“I never did.”I frowned. “You have been working for me under the name Ethan Vale.”“Yes.”“So you lied.”“I used a name that was giv