All Chapters of He's Still in Love with Me... But I'm Married. What Do I Do?: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The heavy crystal champagne glass slipped from Elowen Hart’s trembling fingers.Crash!The sharp shatter of glass echoed across the white marble floor, instantly slicing through the smooth classical music floating across the grand ballroom. For a brief second, conversation stalled. Over two hundred high-society guests–clad in tailored tuxedos and designer gowns–turned toward the commotion."Mrs. Vale, are you alright?" a passing waiter asked hurriedly, signaling the floor crew.Elowen didn't answer. She couldn't breathe. Her gaze remained locked on the massive projection screen above the main stage, where live media footage was broadcasting from the private airfield.A tall man was stepping off the stairs of a sleek Gulfstream jet. Broad shoulders, an effortlessly refined posture, dark styled hair, and piercing blue eyes that held a cold, impenetrable intensity.The glowing news banner across the bottom of the screen read:CALLAN STERLING RETURNS AFTER FIVE YEARS. STERLING GLOBAL TO A

The hospital corridor fell into a heavy, suffocating silence.Every eye turned toward Callan Sterling. His face had gone completely pale, his sharp jaw locked tight as he stared unblinkingly at the small plastic evidence bag in the doctor’s hand.Inside the bag, the extracted lead bullet glistened under the bright fluorescent lights, displaying the terrifying mark engraved into its casing: a black serpent coiled tightly around a stylized letter A.Elowen stepped closer, her voice barely a whisper. "Callan... do you know that symbol?"Callan didn't answer immediately. His breath hitched as memories he had tried for five years to suppress surged back with violent clarity. He had prayed never to see that emblem again."Mr. Sterling?" the attending physician asked nervously. "Do you recognize this?""Where exactly did you extract it from?" Callan asked quietly."Near Mr. Vale's left scapula," the doctor explained, handing the bag over to a uniformed police officer standing nearby. "It's b

The hospital suite fell back into a heavy, suffocating silence.No one moved. No one dared to break the stillness. Inside the velvet-lined black box rested the silver engagement ring, its pear-cut diamond glinting under the harsh, artificial hospital lighting like a ghost summoned from another life.Elowen stared down at it, her chest heaving with quick, shallow breaths. Five long years had passed since the night she vanished from Callan’s life, discarding her identity and burying her dreams to keep her brother alive. She had believed that ring was lost forever–a forgotten artifact of a broken dream, swallowed up by the secrets of the past.Slowly, almost hypnotically, she reached her trembling hand toward the velvet cushion.Callan’s hand shot out, his fingers wrapping firmly around her wrist. "Don't touch it."She lifted her eyes to meet his, emerald meeting icy blue. "Callan... it might hold a clue. They sent it to torture us, which means it might tell us where they're holding Owen

The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the hospital room, bathing the polished floor in a warm, golden hue. Outside, the city moved at its usual relentless pace. Buses rumbled down the boulevard, street vendors called out their daily specials, and pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks.For Elowen, however, time seemed to stand still.She stood by the window, her thumb repeatedly tracing the edge of the yellowed paper she had found on the chapel bench the previous evening.The truth about your mother is hidden inside the old Hart Manor.A faint knock echoed at the door before it creaked open. Callan stepped inside, holding two paper coffee cups. He had shed his designer suit jacket, his crisp white shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Heavy dark shadows under his eyes betrayed his exhaustion."I brought coffee," he said quietly, offering one to her.Elowen managed a tired, appreciative smile. "Thank you."He leaned against the window frame beside her, his dark eye