Todos los capítulos de Twins He Chose Twice : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The penthouse was silent.Aurora sat on the edge of the bed. She had not moved in hours. Her wedding dress was still on. The white silk was wrinkled now, crushed beneath her where she sat. The lace at the hem was torn. The train was bunched around her feet like a fallen cloud. The diamonds around her neck felt like stones. Heavy. Cold. Useless.Her makeup had washed away. Not from tears. From time. From sitting there, staring at nothing, letting the hours pass. The mascara had bled down her cheeks in dark streaks. The foundation had faded, leaving her skin pale and uneven. The lipstick was gone. Her hair, which had been perfectly styled that morning, now hung in loose strands around her face. The pins were falling out. The curls had dropped.She looked like a ghost.The bedroom was dark. The curtains were drawn. The only light came from the small lamp on the nightstand. It cast long shadows across the walls. Shadows that moved when she moved. Shadows that watched her when she sat stil

Central Park was almost empty at midnight.The noise of the city seemed far away once Marcus and Clara walked beyond the main entrance. The park stretched around them in long, dark paths, with tall trees standing like black shadows against the night sky. Most of the lights along the paths were dim, leaving large spaces between them where the darkness seemed to gather.There were no children running through the grass. No couples sitting on benches. No groups of friends laughing as they walked home.Only a few distant sounds reached them—the low hum of traffic beyond the park, the rustling of leaves, and the soft crunch of their own footsteps against the path.Clara held Marcus's hand tightly.She had been holding it since they entered.At first, Marcus hadn't said anything about it. He knew she was nervous. He was nervous too.But the farther they walked, the tighter her fingers became around his."Marcus," she whispered.He looked at her."Maybe we should go back."He glanced ahead."We're

Clara stood several steps away from Marcus and Luna, watching them hold each other beneath the dim lights of Central Park. She had seen Marcus cry before. She had seen him angry, exhausted, frustrated, and nearly broken by everything that had happened to Luna, but she had never seen him hold anyone the way he was holding her now. His arms were wrapped tightly around Luna as though letting go, even for a second, might make her disappear again.Luna's face was pressed against Marcus's chest, her shoulders trembling as quiet tears slipped down her cheeks. Marcus kept one hand against the back of her head while the other remained around her waist, and every few seconds his fingers moved slightly, almost as though he needed the physical reassurance that she was truly there. Clara swallowed hard and looked away, giving them the privacy they deserved.She had spent months watching Marcus carry the weight of losing Luna. She had watched him sit beside hospital beds, search through documents,

Three days had passed since the night in Central Park.Marcus had barely noticed the days changing. Everything around him had continued as though nothing extraordinary had happened. Cars still filled the streets, people still hurried along the sidewalks with their phones pressed to their ears, and the city still woke every morning and settled into darkness every night. But for Marcus, time had become strangely uneven since the moment he had seen Luna standing beneath those lights. Sometimes, the memory felt so close that he could almost feel her trembling in his arms again. Other times, it seemed impossible that after months of grief, anger, and unanswered questions, he had actually found her alive.Yet there was another memory that had refused to leave him alone.Clara walking away.Marcus sat behind the wheel of his car outside County General Hospital, staring through the windshield at the entrance. His hands rested on the steering wheel, but he made no effort to start the engine or

The problem at Blackwood International Port began just after dawn, when a customs inspection team stopped a container that had been cleared to leave the terminal. The container had arrived the previous evening aboard a cargo vessel from Rotterdam and was listed on the manifest as industrial hydraulic equipment being delivered to a machinery company in New York. Nothing about the paperwork immediately looked unusual, but an officer noticed that the recorded weight was almost two tons heavier than the weight declared by the shipping company. That small difference was enough to make him order a secondary inspection before the container could leave the port.The container was moved into the inspection area while several customs officers gathered around it. The port supervisor arrived shortly afterward, irritated by the delay because the shipment had already passed through the first stage of clearance. He checked the paperwork twice before looking at the customs officer standing beside the