Alle Kapitel von The Stranger Hidden in My Sketchbook: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 97

The wedding day arrived beneath a clear summer sky. For the first time in months, Lyra felt strangely calm. Not because she wasn't nervous. Not because thousands of eyes wouldn't be watching. But because every impossible dream she had ever carried was standing at the end of the aisle waiting for her. Arsen. Or perhaps Carl. The boy from the orphanage. The man she had secretly loved. The man who had secretly loved her. The father of her child. The man who would become her husband in a matter of minutes. The wedding venue had been transformed into something that looked as though it belonged in a fairy tale. White roses cascaded from crystal arches. Golden lights shimmered above the guests like stars. A full symphony orchestra performed a gentle arrangement that filled the grand hall with emotion. Every detail reflected elegance. Every detail reflected the Vale family. Every detail reflected Lyra. Her wedding gown was breathtaking. Layers of ivory

The argument about the baby's name began less than six hours after Baby was born. Lyra was still resting in bed, exhausted but happy, while the newborn slept peacefully in the transparent bassinet beside her. The atmosphere inside the villa had become warm and lively. Family members came and went, bringing flowers, gifts, and endless congratulations. Unfortunately, the arrival of the first Vale heir in a generation also brought something unexpected. Everyone suddenly had opinions. Especially about his name. "I think Alexander Vale sounds perfect," Mr. Vale declared confidently. Mrs. Vale immediately shook her head. "Too common." "Common? Alexander is timeless." "It sounds like every businessman in Bellevaux." David, who was standing nearby with a tablet, quietly cleared his throat. "I have prepared a list of potential names ranked by historical significance, pronunciation, international adaptability, and future corporate branding." The entire room stared at him. Amelia bu

The next morning Lyra found herself sitting inside one of the most expensive private hospitals in Bellevaux. Against her will. Entirely against her will. Mrs. Vale had appeared at breakfast wearing sunglasses, carrying a designer handbag, and speaking with the confidence of a military commander. "We're going to the hospital." Lyra blinked. "Why?" "Because you didn't finish dinner." "That's not a disease." "It is in this family." Five minutes later everyone somehow ended up in the car. Even Mr. Vale. Nobody knew why he was there. Not even Mr. Vale. "I was reading the newspaper," he complained. Mrs. Vale ignored him. "Your son needs emotional support." "I'm not the pregnant one." "Exactly." The argument continued for twenty minutes. By the time they arrived at the hospital, Lyra already had a headache. The hospital staff immediately recognized the Vale family. Half the nurses looked nervous. The other half looked excited. One young nurse wh