Todos os capítulos de His Contract Wife's Secret Twins : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Armando's POVI had not planned to follow her. I told myself that the entire drive across town, even as I kept the car three lengths behind hers through every turn, even as I watched her disappear into a shop I did not recognize in a district I rarely had reason to visit.The investigator's message still sat unresolved in my mind—sealed records. A connection to the man in the photograph I had not yet been given the full context for. And something about the accumulated weight of the last week—the evasions, the midnight visits, and the carefully guarded silences, had finally worn through whatever patience I had left.I needed to see something for myself. Not something filtered through a report or a photograph someone else had chosen to send me.I parked across the street, and watched the shop for several minutes. Debating whether crossing that threshold would only confirm exactly the kind of controlling husband I had never intended to become.Then I thought of the photograph folded in m

Zahara's POVI did not breathe properly again until we were three blocks from the flower shop.The twins buckled safely into the back of Priya's car. Cherry was chattering happily about the green pot Edward had ultimately convinced her was better than the blue one, entirely unaware of how close her single innocent word had come to unraveling everything I had spent five years protecting."That was too close," Priya said quietly.Glancing at me from the driver's seat once we had merged safely into traffic."Zahara, he looked at Edward like he was trying to remember something. And Cherry's eyes too—when she looked back at him.""I know."My hands were still trembling faintly in my lap. The adrenaline of the last twenty minutes, only beginning to drain out of me now that we were safely away."I saw his face when she called me "Mum" . He heard it. There is no version of that moment he did not hear clearly.""What do you intend to do now?"I did not have an answer. Not even one that felt so

Nanny's POVI have not lived under either of their roofs in nearly a year now. Not the small apartment where Zahara raised the twins in a careful, guarded silence.And not the grand, watchful halls of the Ivas estate. Though pieces of me still linger in both places whether anyone realizes it or not.Once Priya became a steadier presence in the twins' daily lives—close enough and trusted enough to handle the ordinary rhythms of school runs and bedtime stories. Zahara no longer needed me full time the way she once had.But I still come when called—an evening here, an emergency there. Enough that Cherry and Edward still know my face and reach for my hand without hesitation. But I answer to no fixed household anymore.I am simply available, quietly, to whichever side of this fractured family needs steadying at a given moment. And I have made certain, carefully and deliberately, that neither side fully understands how much I actually know about the other.That neutrality has served me well

Fiona's POVI continued the search the following evening, and the one after that. Each night drawing the box a little closer to the bed, sorting through its contents in smaller—more careful sessions as my strength allowed.Terrified of missing something important simply because exhaustion had rushed my hands past a detail that mattered.I told no one what I was looking for. Not even Dr. Ellery, who noted my improved color with cautious optimism during his evening visits and attributed my restless energy to simple recovery, rather than the singular consuming purpose actually driving it.He checked my vitals each time with the same careful thoroughness he always used, pleased at how steadily my numbers had improved since Zahara took over my care. And I let him believe whatever comforted him.Unwilling to explain that the energy he mistook for healing, was actually something closer to fear disguised as determination."You seem restless tonight," he said, on the second evening. Watching m

Fiona's POVI woke to find Zahara still beside me. The folder resting carefully in her lap now rather than fallen to the floor.Her hands folded over it as though, she had spent the last several minutes deciding whether opening it herself, would be a mercy or a trespass."You fainted," she said quietly.Relief plain in her voice the moment my eyes opened properly."From exhaustion, most likely. Your body needs rest, Fiona. Not three sleepless nights chasing down a memory that has already waited thirty years.""It has waited long enough."I pushed myself upright against the pillows. My strength returning slowly as the disorientation of sleep cleared."Give it to me, please, Zahara. Whatever is inside, I need to be the one who opens it."Zahara hesitated. Her grip tightening slightly around the folder before she finally passed it into my waiting hands.And I felt the weight of it settle against my palms. With a significance that had nothing to do with the thinness of the paper inside.M