Todos los capítulos de I Married My Mother's Secret Lover : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

"Don't Move" Adrian’s voice came from directly beside me, low and controlled, but the grip of his hand around my arm was anything but calm. I could feel his fingers trembling slightly, and that frightened me more than the shattered window because Adrian Blackwood was not a man who trembled. I looked past him at the arrow buried in the wall. The black shaft was still vibrating from the force of the impact, and a small piece of paper had been tied beneath its feathers. For several seconds, neither of us moved. Then Adrian slowly released my arm and stepped toward the wall. “Stay there.” “I’m not a child.” “I know you’re not, Evelyn, but someone just fired a weapon through your bedroom window, and until I know where it came from, you are staying behind me.” His tone was firm enough to irritate me, but before I could argue, he pulled the note free and examined it without opening it. “What does it say?” “I don't know.” “You haven't looked.” “I don't need to.” I frowned. “That ma

I read my father’s final sentence three times before the words stopped looking like ink and started feeling like a threat.And if Marcus is alive, then the man who helped Victoria destroy your memories is alive too.I looked at Adrian, waiting for him to explain why the name on the page had changed something inside him.He didn't.That frightened me more than anything else.“Who is Marcus Vale?”Adrian took the letter from my hands and folded it carefully, his movements controlled despite the tension visible in his jaw.“Someone I believed was dead.”“You already told me that about someone else.”“I know.”“And now you're telling me the same person might be alive?”“I’m telling you that Lucas believed he was.”“That isn't an answer.”“No,” Adrian admitted. “It isn't.”I stepped closer. “Then give me one.”His eyes met mine, and for the first time since I had known him, I saw something in them that looked almost like regret.“Marcus Vale was one of Lucas's business partners.”I stared

Clara Bennett stood in the doorway of Blackwood mansion, soaked from the rain, trembling so badly that she had to grip the doorframe to keep herself upright.For several seconds, nobody moved.I stared at her face, trying to connect it to the broken pieces of memory that had been haunting me since the lake. The woman standing before me looked older than the person I remembered, her dark hair streaked with gray and her face thinner, but there was something painfully familiar about her eyes.I had seen those eyes before.Not in a photograph.In a memory.“You know me,” Clara whispered.My heart began pounding.“I think I do.”Her gaze shifted past me and landed on Adrian.Whatever little color remained in her face disappeared.“You married him?”The question was so strange that I almost laughed, except there was nothing funny about the fear in her expression.“Yes,” I said slowly. “Why?”Clara looked at Adrian as if she had just walked into a trap.“You shouldn't have.”Adrian moved clo

My father's voice came through the phone again, and every part of me froze.“If Evelyn is hearing this…”The recording crackled, followed by several seconds of static.I gripped the edge of Adrian's desk as if I needed something solid to keep me standing. After everything I had learned that night, I thought there was nothing left that could shock me, but hearing my father's voice after sixteen years was different. It felt as though the past had reached through the darkness and grabbed me by the throat.Adrian stood beside me, watching my face.Then my father's voice returned.“Victoria didn't push our daughter into the lake.”My heart stopped.Adrian's eyes hardened.The recording continued.“She gave the order.”The room went silent.I stared at the phone.“No.”Adrian reached for my hand.I pulled away.“No.”“Evelyn…”“My mother didn't do that.”The words came out automatically, even though some part of me already knew they were true.I had seen Victoria standing beside the lake.I

The drive to the lake felt longer than it ever had before.I had spent sixteen years avoiding that place without even knowing why. Now I understood that my fear had not come from some simple childhood nightmare. My body remembered things my mind had learned to bury, and every mile we drove seemed to strip away another layer of the lie I had lived inside for so long.Adrian kept both hands on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road, but I could feel the tension running through his entire body. We had barely spoken since leaving the mansion. The photograph lay on my lap inside the transparent evidence bag Reed had given us, and I could not stop staring at the man standing behind my mother.“Are you really saying you don't know who he is?” I finally asked.Adrian kept his eyes on the road.“I know who he is now.”“That isn't what I asked.”He sighed.“I didn't know he was in that photograph.”“But you know him.”“Yes.”I turned toward him.“Who is he?”Adrian took several seconds